The shower of well-wishes and champagne exploded all around Robin. The Gardevoir smiled, shook hands, and thanked those all about. It wasn’t easy leaving a company he’d been part of for close to two years, meeting a number of wonderful employees and customers—his current wife, for example.
Humming as he stepped aside for a moment to admire what’s left of his office, the little personalized touches moved out. The dust shadows wiped away and…it looked empty. Until he noticed just who was sitting in his old swivel chair.
“Ah, I didn’t think you’d come.” He chuckles, giving a faintly familiar face a second look. “You seem to have disappeared off the face of the region, and gotten tangled with the wrong sort of people?”
“Please.” Cherryl DeVille almost snorted, and tossed her rough-cut shaggy-pixie hair back. “Pencil skirts and one inch heels are so boring. It was all