"You know," Phillipa murmured from behind the magazine she was currently perusing. "I think I've met your sister before. Short thing, shorter than you and she has this look," She waved a hand over her face even as she continued to read, "this look of hatred on her face all the time like she hates everyone and everything. That or the elevator had said something really mean to her."
When Phillipa had bumped into who she assumed to be Emerson's sister, Phillipa had been a little taken a back by the look of poison that had been shot her way. Phillipa had done a double take, but chose to ignore the woman and had stepped inside anyway. She had gone to press her floor button when she noticed that it was already lit up. Apparently her office floor was going to get a visitor.
Now it wasn't until the woman had brushed past her as she exited the elevator and ended up heading in the direction of her office that Phillipa realized who it was. She was surprised with how much she looked like her friend that the answer hadn't come to her so soon. She had just been so angry and Phillipa had been unable to see past that.
But when Phillipa had watched her knock on Emerson' door, the real estate agent had made the connection immediately.
"Is she always so angry?"