Chapter one.

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For some teenage girls, it was flats or a nice pair of Jordans, but for me it was stilettos

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For some teenage girls, it was flats or a nice pair of Jordans, but for me it was stilettos. I sat in my corner office at TSS headquarters, relishing a few quiet moments before having to help someone with another big case. I propped my stiletto-clad feet on the desk, crossed them at the ankles, and relaxed. Most of my colleagues thought I was crazy for wearing these shoes to work, especially on a job, but it's part of my style.

I picked up my stereo remote and clicked on my favorite classical music CD. Debussy's "Claire De Lune" filled the room, instantly calming my frazzled nerves. After such a hectic morning, my eyes drifted closed.

Finally. Some peace and quiet. Something I've needed for a while now. Before I could get a good quality nap in, someone came bursting through my door interrupting my break.

Dammit! I should really start locking doors around here.

"Agent Coleman."

I opened one eye and looked at the unwanted intruder. Jessie Grady. My colleague, best friend, and roommate. "What, Grady? Don't you see I'm on my break? This better be good."

Jessie closed the door and strode to my desk, with a big smile on his face. "Oh it is. Guess what?"

That son of a bitch. I was about to have some good-ole me time and he just had to come and mess it up.

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