Bab 83: Cannon fodder

A million thoughts and possibilities swirl through my brain but I swallow them all down, maintaining a nonchalant expression as I quickly throw my clothes on and dig into my purse for a lip liner. 

I glide it on my lips in front of the mirror and pause to ask, "Did you need me to leave so you can change into your work clothes?" 

She pockets her badge with a smirk. "Ah, the calm and collected type. No wonder you still have your head intact. Impulsive people can't survive in the den of wolves that's the De Santi mansion." 

Just how much has she investigated me? 

"Allow me to introduce myself," she says after a moment. "I am Alexander Miller. You can call me Lexi." 

Ever heard of a huge piece of pie landing right from the sky at the right time? 

Well, there's that, then there's this—the piece of pie landing at the wrong time and choking the fuck out of you.