A woman in a red dress moving confidently across a room filled with masculine scents has an alluring quality. The males in the men's room all stared at the lone woman who entered.
"Miss?" asked the man positioned beside the cubicle.
With a low curse, Jenica fled into the corner stall and locked it from the inside. She put the earpiece to use and contacted the assistant. Her heart couldn't slow down.
"Agent J," her aide said, "I traced suspicious activities inside the hall."
Jenica squinted her eyes. Of course, she was also aware of it. She knew as soon as she stepped inside that Jared had personnel in high society. But she wasn't expecting to see her Uncle Marc, whom she hadn't seen in years.
She let out a sigh. She responded, "I'll take care of them," and hung up.
Someone knocked on
