"I'd adore it," Emma responded frankly to the young heiress. Subtleties were meant to be used on men. "Sit if it suits you." From any previous interactions with the girl and everything she had read, Evelyn Ormand did as she pleased. "Are you as wretchedly bored as I am?" Her painted-pink lips twisted into a knowing smile and her eyes watched the darker-haired woman over the top of the frames of her glasses. Her head was still angled down at the paper she had been tearing to shreds with her red, inked criticism.
She raised her chin finally, however, at the arrival of Miss Manh. She briefly tuned into Karma's flitting opinions.
Jean-Paul = bad. Evelyn = invisible. Emma = desirable.
Ah. 'In the library, with the horny Asian'. Emma's knowing smile had morphed into a bit of a smirk as the French assistant muttered in her low, feather-willow voice about Jean-Paul's piss-antism. Diamond liked this one. Shan's eyes told you she was soft and innocent and her mouth told you to go fuck yourself. In the past, some of the words Emma had heard muttered in Frenglish by the girl had thrown her. "Non," Emma dismissed it.
"I was hoping for some company," her blue eyes flicked from Shan back to Eve. "When it rains, it pours." She winked once and capped her pen, then returned to her relaxed posture in the sitting chair. "Has Jean-Paul not yet recovered from his tragic parting of ways with Dr. Whelp?"