Chapter 3

Wilma Munro is a shock to the system. She’s Scottish, and her accent is thick but hints at a lengthy New York residency. I can understand her for the most part, and she’s a resolute force to be reckoned with.

At only four and a half feet tall, Wilma has dark coppery, curly hair and huge brown eyes set in a heart-shaped face. She immediately catches me in her whirlwind of enthusiastic energy. Loud but not in a commanding way, she is direct, friendly, and slightly terrifying. She whisks me into my new domain, assigns me a desk near her office, and outlines my responsibilities as part of her team, thrusting a box of files at me. She believes throwing someone in at the deep end brings out their inner worth.

“I’ve heard enough about you, Miss Anderson, to know you were being wasted at Carrero Tower. I’ve great expectations of you.” She smiles warmly, soft eyes twinkling merrily as she fawns over the files.

“Mr. Carrero seemed to imply I was only seconds away from dismis