Desperate Measures

R O M A N

"He's talking to you, babe. What do you think of these?"

Sylvia’s voice sliced through the heavy fog clouding my mind. She tugged aggressively at my suit jacket, her bright red lips pulled into a massive, painted smile. She looked absolutely ecstatic. I stared down at the cream-colored cardstock in her hands, but the elaborate gold lettering just blurred together into meaningless shap