Outside the glass doors of the Lancaster Building, the sky had turned dimmer as the sun began to dip below the horizon.
A woman in heels stepped out from the building's polished entrance, and her walk was smooth and practiced.
The woman carried herself with poise. She was smiling so widely as if the last thirty minutes had gone exactly the way she wanted. Her hair, which appeared to be slightly tousled from earlier, had already been fixed up again.
It was Clarisse.
She scanned the street briefly, then made her way toward a black sedan parked neatly at the side of the street where there was no one watching.
The back passenger window lowered a few inches before she even reached it. The driver gave her a small nod.
Clarisse slid into the back seat, gently pulling the door closed behind her.
The moment the door clicked shut, her smile vanished.
They were gone. Instantly.
