Vaughn’s voice came through the speaker at her elbow, rousing Sasha from a semi-trance. It was a welcome distraction. She stretched. Yawned. Put both legs fully before her and wriggled her toes. She’d never felt so relaxed and blissful. She was nearly humming with it. “I asked not to be disturbed.” “It’s Akron.” “Fine.” Sasha sighed. “He’s giving you a choice this time. Budapest or Monte Carlo.” “Which one pays more?” “Budapest.” “Take Monte Carlo. I’ll be a sitting duck anywhere else.” Doctor Findlay came from around the screen, adjusting his collar and tie, and Sasha’s bottom lip dropped. She was having trouble not only with controlling her mouth, but her breathing as well. “Not even my mother would make me wear this.” “What’s…wrong with it?” And why did her voice have to croak like a frog with the words? “I look like an extra in a spy film. From the 60’s. And I’m taking a guess at that since you don’t stock mirrors.” “You look…amazing.”
