Chapter 1Cameron Andrews settled down into the soft leather chair and looked around. The office hadn’t changed since she was there a few years before. The desk was still tidy, just like the man who sat here, and the few files that lay there were neatly stacked in a wooden file tray. The credenza behind the desk only had two phones and a Rolodex. No other papers or pictures. Was the picture behind her on the wall new? She didn’t remember what had hung there.
The office door opened and a petite woman in a very conservative lightweight navy blue wool suit entered with a coffee mug in her hand. She set it in front of Cam on the desk.
“One sugar, no cream, right?” she asked.
Cam nodded. “Right. You have a good memory. I see why Craig keeps you around,” she complimented her.
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