spilled across the floor, highlighting t
e to nap between meetings. She unzipped her tote and pulled out
nhooked her bra and stepped out of her skirt. The cold air hit her
he pins from her tight bun. Her dark, wavy hair cascaded down her shou
Her cheekbones were sharp, her eyes wide and clear. This was the face she hid
in the front door echoed
ammered against her
ption. She grabbed her clothes and her bag, darted into the massive clos
. Heavy, familiar steps. And the
our agent is not comin
gnized it instantly. It was Lacey Morrow, the
d. A cold sweat broke out
amusement. "I told her I had a late meeting wi
brielle's line of sight. She wrap
it into her palm. The black lace against her skin suddenly
closet door. She ran a hand through her
her?" Lacey asked. "I hate
and pulled her away from the mi
Johan asked. "She is
Gabrielle's throat. Her knees shook so violently she
ht in front of her eyes. Five years of devotion. F
ed out her phone. Her hands shook so badly she almost dro
crying. She was a top-tier
hysical blow to Gabrielle's chest. She squeezed her eyes shut. Hot tea
he crack in the door. She needed to burn this image into h
suddenly stopped moving.
e dropping to a whisper. "I f
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