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The brown cardboard box was in rough shape, and a custo recently, and definitely not anything international, but my company’s name was printed on the label with the attention listed as E corabbed a pair of scissors out oftape

I peeled back the flaps and the tissue paper, and reen out, stunned at the heavy weight of it, and it tu it was a dress I pulled it out of the box and held it up to see it coarment was strapless with layered folds placed over the bustline and fitted down through the waist before opening into a skirt that looked longer in the back than the front and had a thick hem It draped beautifully as if the curves of the full skirt had been expertly hung

Was this from Vance, sent via Petra?

It was gorgeous, and I couldn’t resist flattening it against me to see if it would fit, even as I sensed it would

Of course, this was the moment my older, male boss rapped his knuckles on the metal frame of my cubicle and walked in

“Pretty dress,” he said

I shoved it back in the box as quickly as possible, pretending he hadn’t just seenall over it “Hey What’s up?”

“I forwarded you an e, but Stan said you liked to knohenever a client changes or upgrades a safe”

“Yeah I poke around on the foruet familiar with the model if I’m not already”

We safe technicians had a tight-knit online community, and we all shared infore-free opens There were several times over the years I’d been stuh

There were really only two kinds of safes Ones to shield the contents frolary Naturally, fire safes were easier to open, so I didn’t concern myself too much with clients who had them But the security safes? I had a database in my head of hat and tried to keep up to date with attack ot locked out

“It’s a Lagerfield,” he said

“Whoa That’s serious” A strange sensation coasted down my spine, and dread settled in my sto my voice nonchalant “Which client?”

“Cape Hill address” My boss tugged at his earlobe as he tried to recall, then found the answer “Lambert”

Fuck

My voice was tight “Okay, thanks”