Sasha Vonn did not simply arrive. She entered like a supernova, a burst of calculated energy that changed the pressure in the room.
Ziva heard her before she saw her. It started with the electronic buzz of the main office door, a sound that usually meant a delivery or a nervous client. But then came a bright, carrying laugh. It was a laugh without any worry in it, a clean sound that bounced off the hard surfaces of the lobby. This was followed by the quick, clipped rhythm of expensive sneakers on polished concrete. Tap-tap-tap-tap. A fast, light, confident sound.
Then, she appeared in the doorway of Lucien's office, where Ziva had been told to wait. Lucien had said, "Just be in my office when she arrives. It looks more welcoming."
She was a vision in head-to-toe white. Not just white, b
