Chapter 33 Teeth Beneath The Lipstick
- Miranda Greystone was good at pretending.
- She smiled like royalty, walked like her heels had never known anything but marble floors, and crafted her cruelty with the kind of precision usually reserved for surgeons and psychopaths. But this morning, as she sipped her black espresso in the sleek executive lounge, she wasn’t pretending anymore.
- Not even a little.