I hate meeting at places like this. And I hate having to dress like this! Seriously. Becky is right. Why do I have to wear pantyhose in August!? Can anyone justify how that really makes any sense??? I'd like to see a male executive shimmy into a pair of these things in between meetings in a narrow bathroom stall, oh and by the way, the air conditioning has been on the fritz for the past two weeks!
"---Hello?" Dawn's voice chirped on instinct at a perceived sound. Was somebody there? I hate meeting informants in places like this. The thought echoed in her mind. Turning to greet the expected (but late) individual, Dawn instead was met by a troubling visage. Sometimes a glimpse is all it takes to make your stomach plummet and leave you filled with dread.
"Hey, you're not my---"
The man in the mask withdrew a firearm from the rear waistband of his jeans!