The Envelope That Changed Everything

the name I used in rooms like the one I’d just left. Rooms that smelled like money and power and people pretending not to be afraid of losing both.

“Everything okay, Ms. Kaine?” the driver asked.

His voice was polite. Neutral. Like he didn’t want to intrude.

“Yes,” I said automatically.

It was the easiest lie in the world. I’d been trained on it since continue reading …