Tango

"See you tomorrow, ma'am."

Was there any limit to the heights of success humans aimed to climb?

If Clara had thought of her position as an executive assistant a turn around which had elevated her status, then being offered the position of a fashion design tech was in non-simple words, an acceleration. Nothing was simple about her life anymore; she had people book appointments to see her and employees she accounted for. Being secretly involved with a global business mogul wasn't nearly the most complex thing in her life right now, perhaps observing the shadows who failed at following her discreetly was.

She could see them now as she opened her car, could hear their footsteps as they apparently hurried to board the car next to hers.

At first she had thought that their inability to go unnoticed was a flaw on their part, till she realised that it was very intentional. They weren't hiding the fact that she had security because they were sending a message to Tony Viscount.

Or in more blu