The days dragged on slowly for the rest of the week. Lora had started her new job, where she worked just to keep up appearances while her real job was to be Spencer's eyes and ears. None of her co-workers knew, or suspected, and it made her think even more about what a spy she looked like.Lora closed the last buttons of the coat she was wearing. She was in front of the building where she worked, in a taxi. The busy Strip had woken up early on Friday morning, was buzzing and ready for the day ahead. The always happy city did not lose its shine. Some luxury casinos were already opening their doors to the billions, others still hadn't slept.She was happy in her new job as it was different from all her previous ones. It was easy for Lora to get jobs in busy places. They hired her just for looks, because they knew that redhead would be a customer magnet. But it didn't take long for the rampant harassment to begin, followed by unnecessary touching and cheap pick-up calls.However, his new

- "Carolina gained a few pounds since the last fitting. Now the dress needs adjustments" Daliah explained.- "What's wrong with making adjustments?"- "Are you kidding me? If the stylist refuses to adjust the piece, I'm out"Lora looked at the thin body of the brunette in front of her. It looked like the personification of a doll. Those words struck her as sickly, but she refused to delve into the matter further. That was not his job.- "Well, I don't understand about it, but don't be neurotic"- "You're right. You don't understand about" Carolina raised her eyebrows and, seeing that Lora's expression didn't change, she turned and walked to the other side of the room, completely frustrated.- "And that's the kind of crazy I deal with every day" Daliah sighed.- "You do a good job. By the way, you look beautiful today"- "A compliment from you is a big deal"Both were wearing dresses. Lora wore a simple one-piece, black dress with a rounded bust and a modest length. She was professiona

Lora knocked against the door twice. She was looking forward to meeting her boss, as she was part of Spencer's investigation as the murdered man's widow.- "Please come in" Michele authorized, and then Lora entered the large office.- "Good morning, Ms. Brian. I'm Lora Lins. Daliah is busy, so she asked me to come and ask if you need anything"Despite being focused on the screen in front of her, typing quickly and attentive to every word, Michele heard her well.- "Lins, right?"- "Yes ma'am"- "Is your father some famous director or do you just have the same last name?" Michele was still typing as she talked, not taking her eyes off the redhead for a millisecond.- "Jean Lins? Yes, he's my father." Having said that, Lora finally gained Michele's attention. The brown eyes quickly went up to the redhead who was standing a few feet from the door.- "Oh, interesting situation"The CEO's thoughts were hovering around her employee's story. To the world, she was very recent news. Jean was f

Upon arriving home, thirty minutes later, Lora entered the apartment's living room, already removing her heels. I was tired, but not physically. The kitchen light was on, and voices could be heard coming from the room, so I soon learned that his friend, Drake, had arrived from his brief trip to Los Angeles.Lora dragged herself to the kitchen, noticing that the voices were male. One of them was recognized instantly; Jean Lins. It was like enough of the electricity her body still felt after her unexpected encounter with Banks. The woman sighed, thinking of a thousand reasons for this visit, especially since it was so late. She decided, finally, to just try to drown out the destructive thoughts she had when her father was around and walked into the kitchen.At the round table, Jean and Drake were enjoying snacks and sipping wine like good friends. Lora felt her stomach turn over.- "Hi, babe" Drake got up, walked over to her and hugged her tightly enough to steal her breath.- "Hi. I mi

After work was over, Lora felt more at home in the greater Las Vegas. That place was starting to feel like home. The black glass building where he worked, the clubs on the Strip where he passed until he reached the apartment, the streets always busy with cars and people. The mixed scents of luxury and urbanism are no longer new. Finally, she was adjusting to the chaos.She got out of the taxi in front of the building where she lived. Looking at the building, so tall it seemed to reach the sky, she thought she might be getting used to the idea of living so well for the first time in many, many years.The woman would be delighted at the idea of having friends, going out drinking and dancing, living in a good place with her friend and being able to enjoy a normal life. No neglectful and abusive parents, no harassing bosses and misogynistic men, no financial hardship, and most importantly, no lies.Lora was in a trance, looking up and imagining a thousand chances. There was no reason to s