<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Unlike Andrea Peyton, Kate Hassan nearly tripped over the black heels she wore today. Really, Kate’s heels were not at all as dangerous looking either; <em>Kate knew better than to walk on daggers for her own safety, of course!</em> Although they did have a long, slender spike they became like rickety stilts to Kate when she was not paying attention to her balance; especially when she rounded the corner to enter the conference room of interest at the Waldorf Hotel. It would have been a nice save if someone else had been entering or exiting at the same time so that she could have pretended to be caught unawares by their <em>shoving</em> presence! Not this time. Kate flung out one arm and found the doorframe when her ankles slipped in her right shoe, catching herself from what would have been an embarrassing topple to the ground.<br/><br/><em>”Shit!”</em> She murmured under her breath, so sharply that it sounded like an Egyptian Cobra snake who had forgotten to spread the wings on its neck.<br/><br/>Finding herself again was a quick ordeal, and Kate was straightening the black shirt that tucked out from underneath her pin-striped short jacket. She definitely had a personality that was able to brush aside any embarrassment incurred and saunter forth in a <em>moving on</em> attitude. It didn’t matter much anyway. By the time Kate arrived just about everyone had found their seats; their backs facing the doorway frame with expectant eyes turned to the front, waiting on that Ancient Egyptian Civilization Symposium to begin. Yes, Kate was always <em>almost late</em> for every personal goal she sought. Her attendance to Professor Josh Nakhti’s lecture was not so she could fantasize further over his body without clothing or to wallow in the jealousy she felt over his accomplishments, but so she could brush up on all the Egyptian nonsense her parents tried to shove down her throat.<br/><br/>Olive green eyes targeted an available seat, and walking into the room with fresh confidence upon her heels she neared Andrea. There was a bag in the seat, but Kate leaned over slightly so she could almost whisper to the lovely female so that her voice wouldn’t carry to others. Kate hated attention, and she found that the residents of London, England were much the same way with their lack of color in clothing. They always wore drab colors, so Kate’s tan colored business suit with slacks that flared lightly at the bottom seemed to fit right in. “I’m sorry for bothering you,” she said, noting the pen and notepad in Andrea’s hands, “but is this seat already taken?”<br/><br/><em>“Good morning ladies and gentlemen and thank you for joining me here today. My name is Josh Nakhti and we are here, as you know, to look at some techniques..."</em><br/><br/>Kate gritted her teeth together, hearing the lecture begin. Ok, so maybe Kate was <em>more</em> than 'almost late' to all of her appointments.</span>