First day of her new job. Alex Borgia should have guessed that the floor was slick. She could see the gleaming reflection of the lights.
She was fine until the middle of the lobby. It happened in slow motion. First her right foot went west. Then her left went east. There was no way to slow the inevitable slide. Good thing she was wearing a skirt. Pants would have split in two, just like her legs.
“You'd get a 9.5 from the East German judge. Great form.” A hand reached down and she found herself staring into the amused eyes of her predecessor, Serena Southerlyn. “Just don't let Jack know you're that flexible. Anywhere.”