27Kent County, Great Britain
Personally, Harper Goldsmith detested nightclubs. She was antisocial. Strobe lights disturbed her. Thumping electronica was intolerable. Professionally, a nightclub had too much favouring the bad guys. An abundance of concealment, hostages and collateral damage.
Yet, tonight, she was at a nightclub, wearing the only party outfit she possessed from some whimsical spend in her past. She was surprised it still fit, accentuating her figure in the right places. Admirable, even to her, who generally didn’t bother about looking sexy. She’d let her hair fall naturally, letting its auburn density frame her squarish face. She’d applied the barest of makeup because she hadn’t much anyway. She passed the first test at the entrance to the Night Owl when her long legs and
