Chapter 6When Angela arrived at the office the next morning she knew she looked tired. Her charcoal-grey coloured, tailored suit fit like a glove over her long, lean frame and her crisply-ironed, white shirt looked sharp, but the normal healthy glow from her skin was missing and the colours drained her. Her thick, long, black hair was brushed and tidy but looked flat and dull and her normally sparkling, blue eyes were veined with red.
Frank was at the coffee machine in the main office when she entered. He stared at her for a minute making her feel self-conscious.
“What?” she asked. “Why are you staring at me?”
“I'm trying to decide if you look like s**t because you've been awake all night partying or if you've not slept 'cause your fretting over Harvey Stone.”
Angela scowled. “Of cours
