She grabbed a sandwich and put it on her plate, then took a swig of her lemonade, the citrus tang exploding over her tongue. “My story’s not that different to yours, really. Obviously my job wasn’t the same, but I still had to deal with that bureaucracy and bullshit you mentioned. For me, the whole thing had become more about politics and power plays than actually keeping anyone safe. Then my father died unexpectedly, leaving me, as you’re already aware, a very wealthy woman.” God, I can’t believe I’m talking about this. But I guess it’s only fair, since he opened up.
Huffing a breath, she reached for her sandwich, then picked it up and took a bite. The bread was soft and thick, the filling—which she quickly discovered was tomato and cucumber—crisp and flavoursome. She chewed and swallowe
