In the hallway, the fluorescent lights were blindingly bright.
A draft swept through, scattering the last of the heat and leaving a chill on the skin.
Yvonne Huxley's pupils trembled. Her grip on her purse tightened, and her breathing grew heavy and ragged.
Sydney Sawyer was standing not far away...
She was dressed simply in a blouse and a long skirt, her eyes and brows delicately curved. She watched Yvonne with a calm, unhurried, and unflappable gaze. Though not elaborately dressed, she exuded an indescribable beauty.
"What's wrong? Has it been so long that you don't recognize me, Ms. Huxley?"
She smiled at Yvonne Huxley, the light casting a sheen in her eyes.
A look both enchanting and seductive.
To Yvonne Huxley, her smile radiated calm, unshakeable confidence.
Seeing that Yvonne looked as if she'd seen a ghost, Shayla Talbot smirked, rubbed her face, and leaned against the wall. She pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and lit one.
