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Cory checked her trusty Timex at 9:55 A.M. Ashley hadn’t made a fuss about coming to the office. Was it because Cory made it clear that it was her expectation, or was the patient in her Ashley One mode when she made the appointment?
Ashley arrived exactly on time wearing a form-fitting black dress with a demure V neckline, black hose, and a pair of mid-heeled black patent leather pumps. As usual, her hair was rolled into a neat bun. Except for a tint of pinkish colored lipstick, her pale face was clear of make-up. She looked the part of a salesperson in a gallery or a high-priced boutique. Ashley seated herself, and crossed her ankles. Her style and demeanor were that of a well-schooled debutante.
“How are you, Ashley?”
“I’m feeling less frightened, although I’ve had a few troub
