Chapter 29 Weakness

Bernice

I found myself face to face with a strange woman. She probably saw my confusion, immediately adding, "I'm Emma Anderson."

In my previous life, I never met Emma. So in my mind, Fed's assistant Emma had always had a bombshell figure and a sharp mind. And she was always by Fed's side as he conducted his illegal business and indulged in his extramarital affairs. I had convinced myself that she was his willing accomplice, gleefully partaking in his misdeeds.

But the woman before me now was a far cry from the Emma of my imagination. She was small and unassuming, her shoulders hunched as if trying to make herself invisible. Her face was obscured by large, black glasses, and she wore a faded grey jacket that had seen better days.

Emma gave a faint smile, "Thanks, Mrs. Miller." Her voice was soft and timid, lacking any trace of the confidence and bravado I had expected.

I quickly regained my composure, offering her a smile. "No worries at all. I'm Bernice, Bernice Miller. I heard your