Jury Duty
an excerpt

“I don’t just want to keep up with the Joneses, I want to be the Jones everyone keeps up with.” Dali Michaels flipped her perfectly coiffed blonde hair off her face and tapped her manicured nails against her water bottle.

“Absolutely.” Candace Richards nodded in agreement as she sucked her Italian bottled water through a straw.

Dali looked up into the mirror behind their table, checking her appearance, which was, as always in her opinion, perfect. A very feline smile widened on her face. “And I know just the Jones to make it happen for me.”