A tense silence filled the office. Mirabelle was no longer on her hands and knees. She now stood staring at the woman in front of her, who stood between her and the door, not sure what to do or say.
Britney Fowler looked perplexed, her fingers almost white around the grip of her handbag. But despite her expression, it was the most relaxed Mirabelle had ever seen Dwayne’s mother. She was dressed in a pair of light blue jeans that molded around her slight frame. The unimaginative plain white T-shirt that completed the look stretched out over the woman’s enhanced bust.
With her long blond hair tied in a high ponytail and the pristine white sneakers on her feet, it was almost tempting to think she was just an ordinary housewife. But she wasn’t. She was the wife of Leland Fowler, and Mirabell
