Chapter Thirteen
There were only two copies of that photograph that she knew about. The one the photographer had kept in return for his work, and the one that was in her computer. Why had she kept a copy? Someone had pilfered her files. Dr. McAllister, she thought.
“Best to keep things formal, Miss Armstrong,” the man said, flipping through the paperwork.
“Yes,” Jenny said, coloring at the thought of the man lusting over the picture of her exposed n****e.
“We’ve made some inquirers,” the attorney, Snively, said. “Correct me if I’m wrong, Miss Armstrong, but it would appear that you are not a registered nurse, as you claim to be on your resume. Jenny felt she had just been punched in the stomach. “And that, in fact, you didn’t attend any accredited university as you stated when applying
