The Wellingtons' maid answered the door, letting in the pretty black woman of about 33 years old. Her dress was stunning without being scandalous. She was kind of short. On a taller woman, it might show too much leg ... and maybe a little bit of her ass. But Rachel Connors didn't have to worry about that. All of her dresses fit her right and she always tried to have a look of professionalism about her.
She nodded to the maid, who then walked off towards the kitchen, then headed towards the living room where Robert and Angela were waiting.
She fingered the crystal in her pocket. "You must be Mrs. Wellington," she said, looking at Angela.
"Yes, ma'am," Angela said. Mentally, she asked herself why she'd called the woman ma'am...she was nearly twenty years her Senior, and Connors was black.
Robert didn't notice his wife's slip. He was being polite and offering Connors a chair. She was quite an attractive woman. It didn't hurt to admire her. He'd always been professional about it.
"You know," Rachel said. "I have done a lot of research about your company, and a good deal about you personally," she said to Robert. "Did you know that your company doesn't have a single minority in management? Your record on women is equally atrocious. You have two female middle managers, and they make significantly less than their male counterparts. If you are going to continue to do business with me, that is unacceptable."
"But, Ms. Connors, that is completely unfair. Our company has a strict policy of..."
"I'm speaking," Rachel said, looking a bit peeved. "Your company has resources that I need, so I have to deal with you. But there will be some changes, starting right now."
Bobby snickered silently from where he was hiding out of sight. He found it amusing that this short woman was dictating things to his parents. He hated his parents with a passion and would love to see them cornered like this.
"What sort of changes?"
