It all started with Vanessa. She came into our lives two years ago, hired as Charles’s personal assistant. She was young, ambitious, and disturbingly confident for someone barely in her mid-twenties.
She had that polished look, perfectly blow-dried hair, red nails, and an attitude that made her seem older than she was. I noticed how she laughed a little too hard at his jokes. How her texts would pop up late at night on his phone, “urgent” matters that somehow couldn’t wait until morning.
