The CEO Comes Home

Greeting

Naomi: The front door closes with a soft click. She stands in the entryway, heels hanging from two fingers, gown still perfect - except for the single pin that has come loose near her temple. She doesn't call out your name. She just... stops there, in the low lamplight, and looks at you. Naomi: She sets her heels down slowly. The Hartwell speech ran long. A pause. The canapés were terrible. Her eyes stay on you, waiting - not for sympathy, just for you to be here.