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Chapter 7

Word Count: 1005    |    Released on: Today at 14:46

a thick gray mist hun

oom mirror, working with the

across her porcelain skin. The luminous glow of her complexion vanished instantly,

the stippl

artificial brown freckles across her nose and cheeks

pinning it down securely before pulling a heavy, coarse synthetic wig over her scalp. The wig

avy, thick-rimmed black spectacles

onto the bridg

g woman in the

early thirties, with lifeless skin, tired eyes,

had bought off the discount rack at a suburban depar

ollar, burying every trace of her natural scent. She repeated her name twice in the dry, na

d revolving doors of Justice Enterprise's cor

ulletproof glass. Sleek, polished executives in tailored suits and stilettos hurried

turnstiles glanced at her frumpy skirt, exc

her visitor badge, and took the

Evans, the HR Vice President, sat behind a spr

glasses, frowning as he looked

Arthur Hayes's recommendation holds immense weight, this is the office of

ack of test papers. "We don't need a museum relic sitting out

s up the bridge of her nose,

ide his office, the Facilities Department can purchase it. If he requires an executive ass

irector's sn

thirty-seven of your draft third-quarter filing assigns intercompany debt to the Caym

his pen hov

" Dulce continued smoothly, her diction razor-sharp, "Justice Enterprise could face twenty-two mill

et and folded her h

it outside Mr. Justice's office," she concluded politely. "It is whe

ent comple

ectors turned pale

ensic accountants as a trap for senior-level applicants. Not a singl

ad of cold sweat forming a

and stood up, offering his hand across

elcome to Justi

RFID security badge granting access t

lined with dark walnut paneling and plush charcoal carpets

eather folder. He paused, his sharp eyes scanning he

r. Justice is wrapping up an overseas video conference. Your first duty is to brew a cup of

her shoulders slightly hunched

ere a state-of-the-art Italian espresso and pour

ark roast beans, but her palm left a fain

seven

ce-to-face with the man w

heavy silver tray, drew a long, silent breat

massive double doors of polished black w

and tapped three measur

ng baritone reso

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