Style, you
either have it or you
don't. And if you have it, you have it
all the time.The Rogue to the Rescue
by Tux Toledo
Page
8
So
here I was, strolling into the lobby of the Kensington Park Hotel to
meet Caroline Avalon. I found her sitting in one of the
comfortable chairs by the fireplace.
"Caroline," I said.
She turned and rose from the chair. Her gray business suit
was impeccably tailored, her dark blue neck scarf unmistakably silk,
her posture irresistibly sensual. Style, you either have it
or you don't. Caroline Avalon had it and she had it all the
time. A real femme d'affaire.
She hurried toward me and gave me a hug. The poor girl was a
bit rattled. I quickly poured two glasses of sherry.
"Caroline, what's wrong?" I asked.
"That annoying Halzbee followed me here. He made some awful
threats and tried to bully me. That man is a real
brute." Her eyes narrowed and her lips tightened.
"Your father doesn't care much for him either."
"I'm so glad Daddy ran into you." She smiled
softly. "It's given him some hope. But I'm afraid I
don't share his optimism. I don't doubt your ability,
Winston, but Halzbee's position is too strong." She lowered
her head.
"Never give up hope, Caroline."
© 2008 David Biagini