“We stand on the lawn where he can see us.”

I clicked the visor shut and got out of the car.

The lipstick tasted like wax when I pressed my lips together.

Arthur Sterling stood at the end of the driveway with his briefcase flat against his leg.

Rachel came around the car with her purse on her shoulder and a pen already in her hand.

“Remember,” Rachel said.

“You don’t have to be nice.

You just have to be first.”