It was parted to the side, with long bangs tucked behind her ear. He was paper-white and looked like he was about to show her what he’d eaten for lunch as he stared at the soon-to-be remains of his charge. “You know it’s the only thing that’s kept me alive and my family fed for all these years, right?”
“Mm.” Amber adjusted her glasses and said, “I’m aware. “You’re not Bianca,” he said, stopping short as he looked at her in confusion. You’re not in any danger. Now, if you would kindly lead the way.”
Estes finally opened the door, let Amber Bell walk through, and followed her out. Estes,” Amber said, picking her bag off the table and turning to him as she adjusted her glasses. “These are some of the slowest elevators I’ve ever been on,” the guard finally said. “You’re not Bianca,” he said, stopping short as he looked at her in confusion. “What?”
“The cameras?”
“Oh. Everything I need’s taken care of.”
“You… did hear that Colin Gerrard died, yes?” Amber said. A male officer was manning the scanner while a female and another male were waiting for her to approach. Men rarely looked at a woman’s feet, but one of the officers at the security checkpoint had been a woman, and Amber didn’t care to find trouble because of a fashion-conscious woman in law
