“Why?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“Apologies, I forgot to mention Cissy’s background,” Nathan said as he pulled out another stack of documents and slid them across the table toward me. “Here’s Cissy’s profile.”

It was her résumé.

The moment I opened it, I was stunned.

I looked up at Nathan, incredulous. “What? How is this possible?”

“Hard to wrap your head around, isn’t it? By all accounts, Cissy, ...