The Anticlimactic Surrender

NORA

I stare at my hazy reflection in the polished elevator doors, my stomach doing nervous flips. Having made the desperate decision to sign my life away, I intentionally dressed up for Viktor today. The silky, blood-red blouse clinging to my torso provides the exact injection of false confidence I require to pull this off. I paired it with black stilettos, an inch taller and significantly more