C80 Drying Her Hair.

Violet Hunt froze in place.

Seeing her unmoving, Stanley Murphy's brow furrowed. "Why are you still standing there? I have a meeting soon."

At the mention of the meeting, Violet snapped to attention and, clutching her bag, headed for the lounge.

Once inside, she inhaled the minty scent that lingered in the air and realized with a start that this was Stanley's room