XXVII

• Author: Lindsay Cameron
• Profession: Corporate attorney
• Pages: 255-259

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I    refuge of my oce, clutching the piece of paper still

warm from the printer. Outside my door, the familiar morning

noises buzzed, but all I could hear was the sound of my own breath-

ing. I’d been awake most of the night, repeatedly running possible

scenarios through my mind, ensuring I’d be prepared to introduce

my piece of evidence at just the right moment. With adrenaline and

caeine coursing through my veins, I felt like a boxer before a bout.

I just needed a trainer to mop my brow with a towel, and toss out a

“go get ’em, champ.”

“ey’re ready for ya’ in the conference room.” Rita’s voice blared

over my intercom.

“Tell them I’m on my way.” I slipped the print-out into a manila

folder and stood up. Aer taking one last deep breath, I walked past

Rita’s cubicle, mouthed a silent “thank you,” and headed down the

hall. I reached the marble elevator bank and pushed the down but-

ton. It wasn’t lost on me that someone had booked conference room

23A for this meeting, the largest in the oce. I pressed the button for

the twenty-third oor and leaned back against the wall, wondering

how many people Mr. Clean had brought with him this time.

“Hold the door,” a shrill voice rang out as a red Louboutin pump

poked through the gap, stopping the elevator doors in their tracks.

Like a scene right out of a horror movie, the doors pulled back,

slowly revealing Sarah, looking pressed and manicured. Even when

I was about to bring her down, she still somehow managed to show

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