ng, shuddering breath she ha

room of her SoHo apartment, carrying two mugs of hot c

id, her eyes sparkling. A renowned fashion photographer

enaline fading. "I don't know w

serious. "First, we kill Mrs. Ster

flipping it open. She looked at the sad

Ada. A role you ne

. With a decisive movement, she plucked the

ese hav

arp focus. High cheekbones, an elegant ja

. "Look. That's the real yo

searching for a trace of herself in t

reading across her face. "Technically, you are s

ated. "I

"It's back pay. Compensation for thr

wallet and pulled out a sleek, black piece of metal

, they were o

nd skin. She tried on tailored power suits, silk blouses in j

A makeup artist at Bergdorf's defined her ey

ack card, a piece of the o

of a private club called Vortex, Heathcl

. "What's got you so worked up, Heath? Did the li

convinced Ada's bravado was a b

began to vibrate. A

ring of text alerts f

en used at Bergdorf Goodma

been used at Cartier for

en used at Manolo Blahnik

coming. Chanel. Di

tightened with

ooks like the little woman is going on a revenge spre

to budget their groceries was now spending his money with abandon. It wa

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