Forty-Five

Laurel looked at her wristwatch as she stopped her car in front of Silicon Club. It was five minutes before 9am and she has a meeting with Andre by 9am on the dot. She smiled at herself, she had been thinking she'd be late, what with her waking up late, taking care of a sulking Nicole, driving her to school and then meeting with traffic on her way to the club.

She was lucky to have maneuvered the roads carefully and quickly and gotten to the venue without having an accident. She slowly stepped out of her car and gave the keys to the valet waiting on her. As he drove the car away, Laurel straightened her gown and held her head high as she walked straight into the building.

Once she entered, she saw the reception desk and walked right to it fully ready for her meeting to kick off. She met with the smart and beautiful looking receptionist who was smiling brightly at her. She smiled back.

"Welcome to Silicon ma'am," the receptionist said in-between her smiles.