Amy nervously sat on the edge of an elegant, cream-colored chaise lounge, her fingers fidgeting with the sleeve of her summer dress. The opulent room was both intimidating and awe-inspiring, with its lofty ceilings and large windows that allowed sunlight to cascade over expensive-looking furniture. "Ah, you must be Amy Carlton," said a sultry voice from behind her. She turned to see Laura Enderby, a vision of grace and so...