"Let's be honest," Simone Dalone said, uncapping a red lipstick, "since you're so good at it."
Alina had come into the Floor 30 restroom to splash cold water on her face and think about absolutely nothing at all. She had not heard the door. She had not heard heels. One moment the mirror held only her own tired reflection and the emerald glinting on her finger. The next, Simone was standing beside her at the next sink, tall and immaculate in cream silk, leaning toward the glass to paint her mouth.
*Oh, good,* Daxy said flatly. *The snake has legs.*
Alina turned off the tap. "Miss Dalone. This is a staff restroom."
"I know. I'm the only one in this building who doesn't need to use it." Simone pressed her lips together, blotted them on a tissue, and examined the result with professional c
