Finding Jenna wasn't all that hard. Type in a name an address and google gave you plenty of results. There was even a listing for a beauty spa thing for Jenna as well. Dialing the house number she would leave a message.
"Queen Jennah, this is Jane. Ah was wonderin' when we could meet? Ah wanna talk 'bout the horde and what Ah can do to help." That thick oklahoma southern accent was clearly heard through the phone lines and saved on Jenna's voicemail.
Arriving home from work, Jenna was peeling off the accoutrements of keeping up an image. The bangled bracelets were pulled off, earrings taken from her ears, the bag that held things from work laid on the table in the foyer, and shoes kicked off as she padded toward her room. Emerging a few moments later ready to hit the pool and work off the stress of the day, she saw the blue light flashing that indicated there was a voicemail on the House phone. Hearing that accent that made one think of prairies, horses, and whiskey, Jenna's full mouth curved upward into a faint smile.
She took down the number from the auotmated voice, then returned the call.
"Mary Jane, good to hear from you so soon. Your offer sounds like a conversation I need to hear. I'm home every evening, at least until ten o'clock or so, otherwise you can find me at Paix. Come when you can, for I always have time for you, love..."
It was one of her tigers, so if they wanted to talk, time would always be made. She dropped the phone back in the cradle and headed out to douse her body in the cool, clear waters of the pool for a few hours.
