Finally Emmanuelle came back and waxed her legs, fixed her nails and makeup, and blow-dried her hair. Some minutes she could live like this forever. Some minutes she wanted to run away screaming. She laughed to herself. At least she’d be well dressed.
She joined Shannon in the lobby. She was wearing a deep blue pinstripe business suit with skirt and low heels.
“God, you look stunning, Kaitlyn.”
“You too. I thought you might be in platinum.”
“There’s a hierarchy here. You’re operational level.”
There was that operator word again. She decided to let it rest for now. It was odd that Shannon was dressed down, wore little makeup and no jewellery. She was a beautiful woman and her police superior, but today she was trying not to shine. So many, many questions crowded in her mind.
“Let’s go
