The Devil in a suit
My attention is immediately captured by the two people at the centre.
Cameron sits behind the desk, his shirtsleeves rolled up over his tattooed forearms, revealing the stylised raven and stars that painfully remind me of my father. His expression is closed, focused, but there's a tiredness in his green eyes, dark circles that the harsh light accentuates. He's flipping through a file, his fingers tapping impatiently on the wood. Facing him, standing on the other side of the desk, a woman. Tall, slender, with a cascade of blonde hair falling in perfect curls over her bare shoulders. She wears a tight blood‑red dress that hugs every curve of her body like a second skin, stopping mid‑thigh to r
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