just above Nora’s cheeks, and she leaned in closer to get a better look.
“Nice to know you Nora,” Lily said. “How long you been on his desk?”
“Too long,” Nora said. “Manned the door for the man’s pop before the power changed hands. Truth be told, Powell hated the senior as much as the junior. But at least there was some hint of respect. When it comes to Michael… Powell would like nothing better than to see him out and gone.”
“I got that,” Lily said. “So what is… what is Mr. Bingham doing to keep an eye on that?”
“Not letting anyone get too close.”
Lily cocked her head to the side as Nora pushed away from her desk, one red lock curling over her neck as she perched on the edge of the red pine and peered into Lily’s eyes.
“Word of advice, honey?” she said. “Get up and keep moving. Don’t turn around. If you’re as smart as you sound, you’d do well not to get mixed up with this.”
“With what?” Lily asked. “Is he… is Mr. Bingham in some kind of danger?”
“Mr. Bingham?” Nora said. “Powell’s not fool enough to smash right down on his toes. But he can find other ways to get his point across.”
Lily’s mind spun around what that might mean, and she recalled Powell saying that he couldn’t wait to see history repeat itself . Did that mean that he had played this card before? Imagining some poor soul stepping into the breach without the benefit of Nora’s warning, a part of Lily was ready to step away from the office and save Michael from even one more moment of worry.
And yet…
“So can I,” Lily said. “I can take care of myself. And I am the right girl for the gig.”
Nora chuckled as she tapped her fingers to her chin.
“And you are just so sure.”
She was far from it. Walters’ words echoed in her brain, and Lily realized all too well that there was rage in Powell’s soul and things that he would do to get his particular point across. Even as the mustachioed man’s actions were still steeped in shadows, Lily smelled trouble. Should she heed Nora’s words and just go? Walters could always put in another good word elsewhere. But where would that leave Michael Bingham?
“At least let me talk to him,” Lily said. “If he… if he sends me off again, I give you my word I won’t come back.”
“Seriously?” Nora asked. “Somehow you don’t strike me as the type to just curl up and crawl away.”
“Now who’s the smart cookie?”
The women stayed locked in a heavy moment, and Lily fought hard not to blink as Nora tapped her nails against the edge of her desk. She held her breath and waited until Nora sighed.
“He might have my head if I just let you in his office,” she said. “No thought for me?”
“I’ll keep you out of it,” Lily promised. “Say that you liked ducked out for a cup of coffee or something and I sneaked in.”
“That’ll do wonders for my next review,” Nora said.
Walters always said that when push came to shove, it was always about more than just the bottom line. Tick off who was hired in one column, record the profit margin in a separate space. And something told her that Michael Bingham would push the former aside and see the actual person in front of him if she only got the chance to…
“Nora, if it goes south, it’s on me,” Lily said. “But I just want a chance to look him in the