Chapter Seventeen
The next day, when Delila expected Fier to lead her to her cubicle, he did not. Instead, he entered her room, presenting her with clothes to wear, a surprising change.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“From Degas.”
“Degas?”
Astonished, she pulled the dress from Fier’s hand. “Why would he be giving me this?” she asked.
“Your assignment changes today. You’ll be walking the floor, picking up customers on your own. The dress is meant to help you in the task. Put it on and don’t dawdle, you’re expected out there in ten minutes. And don’t worry; if you’re not there, I still have orders to cane you at will, although by the looks of your bottom, you couldn’t take much more.”
Leaving her alone with the dress, Delila stood up and pulled the garment to her, hugging it as if she had
