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Chapter Three
3 LAYNEOnce I’ve pressed SEND on my last email of the day, I check the clock in the bottom corner of my screen. It’s a few minutes after five already. Shit. I’m going to be late. After quickly packing my things into my black leather tote bag, I check my reflection in the dark computer screen before leaving. I mastered my everyday lawyer-lady makeup look years ago—a clean, classic, no-fuss eye paired with a natural rosy lip. But lately, I’ve been wondering how well it transitions to the Friday night happy-hour scene. I fish a slightly deeper red lipstick out of my bag and tap some onto my lips, blending the pigment with my finger. It doesn’t make a huge difference, but at least it’ll look like I put a little effort into my look. It’s not until I’m sitting in my car, on my way to meet my
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