Chapter 55 Backlash

Alice studied the man seated across from her desk and repressed a shudder of distaste as smoke from a particularly offensive cigar curled under her nostrils. Her gaze moved from the top of his gray head, lingering on a weather-beaten face that showed every wrinkle, deceptively shrewd blue eyes studying her even as she watched him, then down to the crisp white shirt and blue tie.
She dropped her gaze down to the papers on her desk. "So, I take it we have a deal Mr. Saunders?"
Thin lips parted to reveal a full set of surprisingly pristine white teeth. She could almost bet those dentures were fake.