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