The meeting wrapped up fast. Mia brushed past me and bumped my shoulder.
"Lunchbreak. Rooftop. Come alone." She didn't look at me, voice kept low.
She took the bait.
On the top-floor rooftop of Sterling Tower, Mia stood by the railing with her back to me, her white suit dress clinging to her body in the wind.
"Who the hell are you?" She turned around, no trace of a fake smile left.
"Evelyn Green. Community college graduate. Mother in ICU. Joined three months ago as a finance assistant." I recited my résumé. "Ms. Stone, you should already have my file."
"Stop pretending," she stepped forward.
"During the meeting this morning, I saw that mark on your collarbone. Got it from last night?"
I didn't answer.
"You were on the top floor last night. You went into that apartment?"
"You told
