Chapter 288
- CLOE POV
- It was that same snooty receptionist at the Stroud office, the same one who’d judged me on interview day and found me severely lacking in my 4uk me, baby t-shirt. She didn’t give me any such look this morning, not in my posh little suit and my posh little heels.
- “Ryan Macua,” I said, and my tone was confident, demanding.