I step back into the lobby, where Vivienne sits at her desk. I study her for a moment, assessing the short skirt, the tight blouse, the obvious lack of a bra. There’s a clunky bracelet on her arm with what looks like an initial etched in the gold. She looks up at me and gives me a friendly grin, but I don’t feel warmth. I feel an icy shiver running down my spine. I may not be the only one who’s being controlled by a Payne, but I just may be the only one with the guts to do something about it.
