Penny stood at the company entrance, glancing at her phone again. Heather had called hours ago, saying she was already on her way, but she still hadn't shown up.
The guests were beginning to murmur, shifting uncomfortably in their expensive shoes. The welcome party wasn't supposed to start without the woman of the hour.
Honk.
Penny turned toward the sound and smiled. She instantly recognized the white Ferrari pulling up in front of her.
Heather stepped out like she had walked straight out of a fashion ad. She handed her car keys to one of the valets.
"You're late to your own party," Penny said, half-teasing, half-relieved.
"I had work to do," Heather replied coolly.
"Clearly," Penny said, admiring her outfit. "Wow. You look stunning."
"You look better."
"Thank you. Come on, everyone's waiting."
They stepped onto the red carpet, the flash of cameras briefly illuminating the night. Inside, the atmosphere was filled with music and chatter.
