The fitting area on the top floor of Cass had returned to quiet. But the aftermath of that permission verification was clearly not over. Several high-ranking ladies who had been whispering earlier kept glancing toward Darcy, their gazes inevitably landing on the black-gold permission card in her pocket.
Maeve carried a stack of clothes the clerk had just brought over, trailing behind Darcy and muttering under her breath. "I still don't feel right about this."
Darcy glanced at her in the mirror. "What doesn't feel right?"
"The card!" Maeve looked around, then made a tight "one" gesture with her finger. "Priority One."
She lowered her voice, eyes wide with significance. "Do you know how long I've worked in admin? I've seen department directors' cards. Regional heads' cards. I've even sne
