a girl in a doorway
Some days later, Mr. McPhillip stepped into George’s office. A girl stood next to him. She was somewhere between petite and medium-height with auburn hair that flowed soothingly down to her shoulders. Draped around her neck was a red-black polka dotted silk scarf the ends of which were tucked into the v-neck of a purple sweater with an Italian fashionwear lapel that George did not recognize. Her black skirt showed the right amount of thigh; an inch shorter would scream inappropriate. Her belt – two thin strands of intertwined gold – accentuated her figure. She wore black leather boots zipped up halfway to her knees. Her nails were manicured red.