Chapter Eleven

When I saw my reflection in the front window of Winthrow Financial, I nearly turned around and went home. It wasn't because I thought I looked bad, it was just that I instantly became self-conscious. I was here, at the place I worked, and I looked like I was, well, a whore. The black dress that showed my cleavage and held tightly to my hips made me second guess my decision to wear it. It was a far cry from my gray pencil skirt and sweater that I was used to. It felt awkward and overly sexual. It felt inappropriate to wear this dress here.

You're doing this, though, Jane, I told myself. No turning back now. This is your night.

The office had closed for business almost an hour before. Nearly everyone had escaped to start their weekends. The only person I saw in the hallway on the way to the elevator was a gray-haired janitor. He pulled his mop and bucket out of the janitor's closet, humming to himself as he worked. I chuckled t