Dorsey’s eyes narrowed. How long was this farce of an interview going to last? He saw Liza’s timid sister through the glass doors in the office. She looked perfectly poised, but young David looked like a nervous wreck. He fidgeted, twisted, and crossed and uncrossed his legs in the chair. He was on fire for this woman, and she took notes and nodded coolly like a court stenographer. David would surely put in a good word for her with his friends in New York. She would get what she wanted. What else needed to be discussed?

Finally, she stood up and smoothed down her skirt. What was her name again? For the life of him, “Liza’s sister,” was the only name that came to him. She shook his hand, but David’s hand lingered. He gestured around the office, looking as if he might give her a tour, and Dorsey rolled his eyes. The snowstorm rolling into DC was going to be huge, and they needed to go. What on earth was David thinking? Dorsey got up and passed through the double doors to talk some sense into his friend.

“David, we were supposed to leave at two, and it’s already three. We really need to get out of here before it comes down any more.”

“Oh, Dorsey, stop fussing. Are you afraid of a little snow? We’ll be fine. I just want to show Janae my office. I think she’s going to like it.” He had a look in his eye, calculating and a little lusty. Dorsey was pretty sure of what David wanted to show this woman in his office. God help him if a woman ever reduced Dorsey to a rutting teenager like this.

“Hey, can you open your bar?” David wiggled his brows. “We could really use some drinks.”

“No. The facilities manager is making his final rounds, so we need to go.” Dorsey patted his pockets for cigarettes. This was stressing him out.

“Are we renting these floors, or do they belong to the facilities manager? So what if he’s making his last rounds? Let’s have a drink, and then we’ll go. It’ll warm us up before the car service gets here.”

“David, you’re killing me. What about your sister?”

“Jennifer is a hard worker, and she doesn’t even know we’re alive. Do you see her head in paperwork? She’s in her happy place. She’ll be fine.”

“I know I’m going to regret this.”

The wind whipped around Liza’s face, flipping her pressed-out hair all around and sticking it to her glossed lips. The afternoon clouds had grown dark, and the wind was swirling, thick with heavy, wet snow.

“This wasn’t supposed to be here until this evening,” Liza mumbled to herself.

“This is going to get bad,” WIC said. “Where are you going?” His eyes were kind.

“Just down the Green Line,” Liza said.