Eleven

ZORA'S POV

After a wait of about fifteen minutes, the petite secretary of Sleek and Chic who had ushered us in, made a second appearance. I was almost half out of my seat, thinking it was Elliot. Seeing it was only her, I gave a disappointed sigh and sat back down.

"Is he going to be much longer?" I asked tersely with a pointed stare at my watch.

She smiled apologetically. "I am so sorry about the delay, Ms Walter. I just came to tell you that he said he would be with you shortly. So, please exercise a little more patience."

I turned away with a disgruntled sniff. The wait was already fraying my already-stretched nerves.

"Can I get you both something while you wait?" she asked.

I made no reply. I shifted uneasily in my seat.

"Nothing, thanks," Cheryl replied.

The girl nodded and left. I looked at the gleaming leather desk, in front of which Elliot was to sit in a few minutes. I caught sight of my face on its surface and realized that I was frowning.

I quickly did my best to scho