Paper FacesBy Sylvia Ney
Louisiana - 1912
“Stop fidgeting,” George Newhouse commanded as the carriage rocked to a halt near the entrance to the Winthrope estate. “Are you capable of this task or not?”
“Yes, sir.” Helen Barnes secured her peacock feathered mask in place before allowing her hands to fall limply into her lap.
“I cannot stress enough the importance of this assignment,” her employer insisted. “Dance, smile, make small talk if you must, but get me the necessary information to bury this man. We have less than seven months until the election.” He threw the door wide, leapt out, and in an uncharacteristically gentlemanly manner turned to offer her his hand.
“Thank you, sir, but you still have not told me which politician I am attempting to discredit.”
“I should think it obvio
