C40 Gifts and threats

SYDNEY

My cream suit fit me like a second skin, my hair fell in polished waves, and the gloss on my lips was just enough to dare anyone to question me. I strode straight into my glass-walled office, dropped my bag on the desk, and inhaled the familiar smell of coffee, paper, and perfume.

It felt good. Too good.

“Alright,” I said briskly as Paige followed me in