Chemistry || drxmariastark ||
Heather finished her champagne before grabbing two more goblets and a bottle on her way to the balcony. Despite hosting the science ball in her own home and owning the most successful company in the country, possibly on the planet, her speech had been cut in favor of some old man complaining that woman wanted to keep their jobs in the factories. Followed by the crowd laughing about an off hand joke about women not understanding the business of science. To say she was pissed would be an understatement as she stormed her way up the stairs, opening the balcony doors and welcoming the night air on her bare arms. She set the two goblets and bottle on the balcony railing before sighing and kicking off her heels to stand on the bare marble. Only then did she notice another woman there.
"This balcony is private I hope you know."