Devil in sheep's clothing Stories

The office lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting a glow across the framed portrait that dominated the wall in front of Paul Lancaster’s desk. There she was—Ellie Mae Ashford, arm raised in defiance, blonde curls shimmering under the harsh brilliance of CPAC’s stage lights, mouth frozen mid-cry, veins flaring on her neck, her breasts rising beneath the tailored red blazer he’d made her wear. His words thundered from her...