Mirror Image Sandra Brown Novels & Stories

Miranda said. I rolled my eyes. "You think you can just leave at anytime you wish because you know my brother?" She asked again, her eyes red with rage this time. "I had taken permission and Sandra had agreed to fill in for me," I finally said, slowly. "Who is Sandra?!" Miranda sneered. "Do you want to lose your job alongside Savannah?" Sandra walked slowly forwards, nodding. "No ma'am Miranda." "Good," Miranda shot. "Don't ever cover up for Savannah's misdeeds! Do you understand?"

The pain had gone as quickly as it came. Sandra leaned closer to Anna with a sigh. "I'm sorry. I have to do this." "What?" Anna muttered, her brows going upwards. “Wait,” Sandra said suddenly. “Something’s wrong.” “She’s panicking.” Mireille said quickly. “No…no, it’s not that,” Sandra murmured, frowning, her eyes on Anna, as if asking her to spoil the plan. She gently pressed her fingers to Anna’s lower abdomen, then froze. Her breath caught.

She only answered with revere. Glenna frowned. "Can we play it again?" Sandra pressed the play button again, not because Glenna asked, but because Sandra wasn't satisfied with how the person in front of her was reacting. She wanted to make sure Glenna would be able to identify who the man was. And Sandra's wait paid off. Glenna paled. Her eyes widened. She was like a deer caught in the headlights. Sandra thought she really was brilliant to have had a glass of drink rather than a stick of smoke as she watched how Glenna's face turned horribly ugly.