Chapitre 11: Chapter 11

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The next evening, Cameron looked up from her desk as a very handsome woman, in her mid to late thirties, in a flowing magenta dress with a short, tailored beige wool jacket, walked into the outer office, precisely at seven o’clock. Her dark hair, which was lightly sprinkled with grey, was swept back in a neat shag that fell just below her collar. The woman had an elegance about her that was highlighted by the expensive clothing. A hint of gold jewelry added just the right touch.

“That her?” Russ asked, his eyes wide. “Not bad. How do you do it? Women that good never threw themselves at me.”

“You got the best one there is. I told you, I’ll swap you anytime.”

“Fat chance.” Russ laughed as Cam took her blazer from the coat rack and walked out of their enclosed cubicle. As she approached, Maggie extended her hand and Cam took it, while looking into warm grey eyes that wrinkled slightly at the corners.