Holly sat at the literal edge of her seat as she continued to hear the muffled voices of her boss (and lover) and his wife. Due to his impromptu flight to France and now her having shown up at his place of work, had only made Holly even more insecure than she already was. Her eyes followed the shadows of their silhouettes as it was obvious that Parker was growing frustrated and the hands on her hips spoke that she was being stubborn. An entire two hours would pass before Mrs. Hammond would escort herself from the office and march back the same way she came but this time, in a sort of runway walk. She forced her glasses over the bridge of her genetically reduced nose even though it was mostly cloudy outside and the sun hadn’t made its appearance in hours. As she made her way past Holly, she
