Standing, I offered my hand as Mrs. McFadden entered my office. She was an attractive woman, as long as I worked hard not to imagine her as the sharp-toothed fish that inhabited South American waters.
A few inches shorter than I, with blonde hair short and styled to perfection, her face appeared smooth for her age. I had no doubt she'd had some surgical assistance, yet it wasn't overdone.
“Mrs. McFadden," I said with all the enthusiasm I could muster. “It is nice to see you again."
Her handshake was firm and fast.
“Ms. Hawkins, thank you for meeting with me."
A twinge of disappointment ran through my veins at the use of my legal name.
I gestured to the small table with four chairs in the corner of my office. “Please have a seat. May I get you some coffee or water?"
She declined,
