After Cameron had walked out into the hall, a side door to the office opened and a woman walked in and sat down across from Feingold’s desk. “How is she doing?” she asked.
“She’s getting close to losing it. I don’t know how much more of this she can put up with. We’ve drugged her more than most people can handle. She’s being forced to eat every time she wakes up and she hasn’t slept more than an hour at a time. She shakes and she can’t keep her balance. Her brain’s going to overload soon.” Julius Feingold looked across the desk at the woman who’d hired him.
“And she thinks she’s been here for five years?” the boss asked.
“I don’t know if she believes it yet but that’s what we’re telling her. I think that newspaper really planted a seed of doubt.”
“Yes, that was brilliant. Has she said
