“Please, Miss Davies, have a seat.” He leaned forward, gesturing to one of the chairs in front of his desk. And, as Stephen said, everyone believed you are worth more. “Of course, miss,” the waiter replied, smiling knowingly, setting the folder with the check on the table. “Thank you, Miss Davies, for a most wonderful lunch. Now you can go home and we can forget this ever happened.” I smiled up hopefully before turning back around to my keyboards. Wilcox a look I could not identify. Mrs. A pair of lady’s “cat eye” costume glasses, and my transformation was complete. Turner. Their done.”
She lowered her eyes. “Which part do I need to restate, Miss Davies?”
“I… We have been aware that Maxwell has been forcing himself on women and threatening their employment for almost two years. My eyes drifted closed as the feel of the soft skin slid across my lips, the salty musk of his sweat mixing with the waxy tang of my lipstick as it clung to his flesh.
