The Annual Meeting

[Bex]

The assembled gradually grew silent under the tapping of the gavel. Miss Pettibone looked up, brows arching.

"Come to attention, ladies and gentlemen," she called out in a somewhat sing-songy voice, the corners of her mouth curling up. Dianna Pettibone was a pretty woman, with dark hair, small mouth, and upturned nose. She was a little thing, too, hardly above five feet and 100 pounds soaking wet. Indeed, she looked like a charming little woman who couldn't hurt a fly if she wanted to. A common assumption that she used to her advantage.

"Gentlemen," she said again, dangling the gavel in her fingers as she met the gaze of Mr. Killdeer, then looked back at the assembled. "Excellent, thank you. I call to order the annual meeting of the Fraternity on this date, March twenty-third. Minutes, Mr. Killdeer? Thank you, keep up. Right then." Miss Pettibone took in a deep breath, straightening her frame, smile returning. "Any old business?"