It enrages me instantly, my blood simmering to a boil so fast my cheeks flush with heat, and I have the sudden urge to stab her smug face in the portrait over her desk with anything sharp I can find.

I scan the room, taking in the clear desk with only a leather desk pad on view, everything clean and orderly, minimal décor, even the lack of trinkets and books on the shelves dotted around. There’s not even a telephone or a laptop on the surface of her overly expensive desk. The whole ...