The dame
walked in looking like a million bucks, but she had a desperation to her that
made me think she was going to cause me nothing but trouble. The click-clack of
her high heels echoed through the office, as precise steps kicked at the
agonizingly sunny skirt, but she didn’t say a word until she sat down in front
of my desk.
She leaned
forward, cleavage lifting to the top of the dark blue blouse. “Can you help
me?” she squeaked. It was enough to break crystal. There was nothing I could do
to shut the noise out of my head, but I somehow managed a brief nod.