Prologue

• Author: Lindsay Cameron
• Profession: Corporate attorney
• Pages: 3-7

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PROLOGUE

A    twirled, spilling grey suits into and out of

the Death Star, I pressed my ngertips against my eyes and repeated

these words: Don’t panic.

“Oof.” A portly man in an ill-tting pinstriped suit jarred past

me, swinging his brown paper bag spotted with grease. e Mid-

town lunch crowd was especially ravenous today, reminding me that

the salad I’d bought over thirty minutes ago was sitting uneaten in

the plastic bag digging red marks into my wrist. I gazed up at the

y-two story, cavernous black steel building that housed F&D and

gave myself one nal mental pep talk before tossing the bag into the

garbage can on the curb and pushing through the doors, about to

hear my fate.

“Happy Tuesday!” Eugene called out from behind the security

desk as I swiped my ID and cleared the turnstile. “Monday’s in the

rearview mirror and we’re racing towards Friday!” I grinned tightly,

willing my expression to be friendly, while my stomach plunged

into a pit of nerves. I’d been counting down the minutes until Fri-

day. Wonderful, magical, I-get-to-see-my-guy-again Friday. I’d even

snuck out of work this morning to buy new lingerie from La Perla

in anticipation of the evening. “What’s the occasion?” the lipsticked

sales lady had asked, hanging two lace bras on the hook in the dress-

ing room. “Just a date,” I’d sing-songed, trying to suppress my smile.

I led into the elevator with six other suits. A middle-aged woman

in a red power suit squeezed in just as the doors slammed shut. She

nodded a greeting in the direction of a grey-haired man in the cor-

ner wearing a ashy purple tie undoubtedly picked out by someone

under thirty. Probably his third wife.

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