Shadows of the Silver Screen
I. The door clicked shut, and Herbert Vance's office suddenly felt smaller than it was. Renee stood by the desk, her hands folded neatly in front of her, and tried not to look at the way Vance's eyes moved from her face to her neck to her shoulders the way a man appraises furniture before buying. "You know, Renee," he said, leaning back in his leather chair and steepling his fingers, "the...
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