Twenty minutes later, and with perfectly applied lipstick, I knocked on the door of the meeting room.
“Come in Miss Caddell and sit down.”
Jake Johnson was seated in the centre of the long table that occupied most of the space, back to the window. To his right, Marcus Wagner watched me with an inquisitive eye. If I hadn’t been checking my appearance in the bathroom less than five minutes ago, I would have thought that a second head had sprouted from me. To the left of Johnson, one of the suited advisers I had already seen during the visit was consulting a bunch of documents placed before him.
I sat in front of them, putting a single buttock on the chair as if it was going to slip away under the weight of my anxiety. I had the impression that it was at least thirty degrees in the room, w
