Perfect for You

with her kick-ass designs and a bad attitude.
    She lifted her head high and smiled winningly at everyone present. She walked around the long oval table, the hard clack of her boot heels on the hardwood floors punctuating her take-no-prisoners manner. "Good morning."
    Charles sat at the head, a lord over his kingdom. He gave her one of his do-or-die looks and then waved at the two women sitting to his right. "Freya, you remember Carmen Gaye and Violet Green, the founders of Sin City."
    Freya nodded and went to shake the women's hands. If she'd had to draw the owners of an online sex empire, these two ladies were not even close to the sketches she'd do. They were the shining faces of AARP, or maybe a knitting site. But they were savvy and knew their market space.
    Carmen grinned at her. "We're so excited to see what you've come up with. When we saw your portfolio, we knew you were the one."
    Violet nodded in agreement, her salt and pepper curls bouncing.
    "I'm excited for you to see them," Freya said, taking the seat next to Eve. "I think you'll be pleased."
    Charles shot her a look that said they'd better be before clapping his hands. "You met the rest of the team. Freya, you want to take over the meeting?"
    No, she didn't. She wanted to crawl into bed and cry over Greg, who kept leaving her messages. But if she tried to deal with him and this, her head would explode. "Thank you, Charles."
    Eve gave her hand a supportive squeeze under the table.
    Flashing a smile at her friend, she stood and plugged her laptop into the port to the large screen at the end of the room. As she brought up her presentation, she said, "Sin City is the home of pleasure. But it's not trashy home like some adult sites, it's comfortable and classy. It's sexy and sensual, but refined and accepting."
    Like Greg.
    She cleared her throat and those thoughts and continued. "To reflect that image, I decided to go with deep, rich colors. Your demographic is mainly heterosexual, so the images I used were man and woman, but for your alternative areas we'll tweak that." She paused, her finger over the return button. "Instead of chattering at you some more, I'll let you see the slideshow and then you can tell me what you think."
    She nodded at Eve, who dimmed the lights, and then pressed play.
    The screen filled with a woman sitting, a man's hand sneaking up between her thighs, in creamy whites and jewel tones of blue and green. Freya's breath caught, seeing the image up there, so large. She could almost feel Greg's hand stealing up her skirt.
    She shifted, feeling a sense of longing. She hadn't called him yet. Yes— yet . But that wasn't something she was going to think of until she knew for sure whether she still had a job or not.
    The image faded into the next, and then the next. Freya watched the people in the room, especially Carmen, Violet, and Charles, but she couldn't figure out what they thought.
    The slide show ended on the image of a woman sitting on a table, back arched. No one said anything. No one moved, until Eve got up to turn the lights back on.
    Freya waited for someone to say something. Anything. She stood tall and sure, but she was a mass of nerves on the inside.
    Carmen faced Violet. They stared at each other until Violet tipped her head just a little. Then Carmen turned to them and said, "We love it."
    There was a collective exhale or relief and excitement. Charles smiled and came to clap Freya on the shoulder. "Freya is one of our most brilliant designers."
    She and Eve exchanged a look. Her friend stifled her grin and stood as well. "Since we're all here, shall we take a look at some of the targeted marketing material we've created? I think you'll be pleased with what we did."
    Charles leaned into Freya and whispered, "I don't care what you did to get your magic back, just keep it."
    Nodding, she took her seat. She planned to do just that.
    It took all of Freya's willpower not to call Greg and tell him about her triumph at work. When they broke out the champagne to celebrate she'd wanted to call him to come by, because without him she wouldn't have been able to do it.
    But she was still angry with him. He'd had a part in the whole Connor thing, even if it was unwilling. Yes, she was going to forgive him—she had to, since she loved him—but first she needed to take care of her sister.
    Tipsy with bubbles and success, she called Anna as she walked up the sidewalk to her home.
    Anna answered on the first ring. "You're calling