14 MarianneMarianne sauntered into her office, enjoying the play of morning light through the glass filling the upper half of the exterior wall. From the thirty-seventh floor, the view of sun-gilded Seattle took her breath away. Okay, she couldn’t glimpse any sea water. But only one thin wall separated her from Bruce Zachary’s corner office and his vista included Elliot Bay and Puget Sound.
The kitten heels on her pumps sank into the cushiony dark-blue carpet as she crossed to the rectangle of frosted glass perched on a metal frame that she used for a desk.
Inhaling lemony odors left by the night cleaning crew, she also smelled new-mown grass, the trendy scent Bruce currently favored. He’d been in her office this morning.
Dropping her roomy leather handbag on the rosewood credenza that
