Eleven

Sienna Williams leaned back in her plush office chair, twirling a pen between her fingers as she listened to the Governor wax poetic about the town’s future. It was two in the afternoon and Damien had left the office for the day to go spend sometime with Rylee and Brylee. Sienna insisted on staying for another two hours as she had a meeting with the Governor.

“Mrs Williams, I’m telling you, this town has so much potential. We just need the right investments to bring it to life,” the Governor said, his enthusiasm easily perceived. Sienna listened to him speak, silently taking in his appearance. He was a tall, slightly portly man in his mid-fifties, with a receding hairline. He wasn’t bad looking for someone his age, but if he wasn’t physically repulsive in his thoughts and actions, Sienna would have loved to do business with him.

Sienna nodded, though her mind was partially on the stack of proposals from the head office she needed to review by the end of the day. “I hear you, Mr Gover