EVERETT’S POV
“Sir, there's a lady here to see you?”
“What's her name?”
“Lia,” my secretary replied.
“Ah, perfect timing! Send her in, thank you.”
When Lia walked into my office, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor, I was instantly struck by an unexpected and irritating clarity.
She didn’t look like Anyta.
Not really.
I didn’t know when that illusion had cracked, but standing there, framed by my office windows and the city skyline behind her, it was obvious.
Lia’s chest was smaller, her accentuated waist smaller in a way that looked fake and honestly, uncanny.
Anyta was… softer. Real in places Lia wasn’t. Even her posture was different. Lia seemed to lean forward, eagerly.
Why did I ever think she looked exactly like Anyta?
Don't get me wrong, there were definit
