Nights in Black Leather
Chapter One
How did the song go? The one about a foggy day in London ...
as if London was ever not foggy or rainy or gloomy or all-around
miserably wet. Glad to be inside the financial building
on Paternoster Square, Lara knew her hair was frizzing. Given
damp weather, it took only seconds for it to turn from thick
and barely wavy into a boingy cloud that floated around her
head.
She glanced at her reflection in the aqua-tinted glass walls that
added to her sense of being underwater and sighed. She did not
look remotely professional or corporate or cool. She looked ...
fluffy. In the world of international finance, fluffy was not good.
A gorgeous woman in a short-skirted suit and aggressively
rectangular glasses clicked by, her stilettos sure and quick.
Behind the narrow lenses were eyes outlined in severe black
pencil, assessing eyes that took in the details of what Lara had
on in an instant. Lara could practically hear the other's woman's
precision fashion sense whirring as she was duly inspected and
found lacking. Ill-fitting jacket. Shabby shoes. How utterly pathetic.
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