Back in Hangar 47, Victoria 's amused smile was gone now. She drummed her fingers faster on the armrest, her eyes rolling so hard they could spin out of her head.
She'd had enough, Nia's endless babble was like nails on a chalkboard, jumping from one stupid idea to the next without any point.
"Think, Ma'am, think! Think about the chemistry! Baby-Boom and our team? It'd be magic! Those girls could teach Nash all their idol dances, imagine him learning the cute steps, popping and locking like a pro. Or wait, picture this: Nash in a skirt! Yeah, a fluffy one, doing the helicopter, you know, hehe, like sway, sway, whoosh! Hahaha, it'd fly up like a tornado! No, but seriously... he'd look so funny, but like, in a hot way, right? Don't you think it's so big that if he moves fast enough it could make some wind? Talk about blow-job. HAHAHA!"
