Looking out the 41st floor window, Emily felt nauseous.
Was the building shaking, or was she nervous about lunch with Phil?
Phil Connelly checked his tie in the shiny surface of the elevator door. He also ran his tongue across his teeth and in one motion smoothed back his hair.
"I'm going to lunch Christine."
"Don't forget the 2:00 conference call." Her secretary reminded her.
Shortly, Emily reemerged through the lobby.
"If anyone asks, I'm out."
Cathy Parker had exited the elevator mere seconds before. Cathy was licking Phil's ear as she pulled her tangled skirt out of her underwear.