Vivienne stood still in front of the full-length mirror, 15 floors above Sydney’s Hyde Park. Lights of boats on the Harbour twinkled in the distance. The city looked cold and distant from up here on a dark autumn night. She couldn't help thinking that cold and distant was exactly how she had trained herself to be professionally. She looked again in the mirror. The black sheer dress was, she thought, pure sin. It clung to...

Vivienne stared at her reflection, watching her chest still heaving. Her fingers glistening from her wanton display. The thought refused to leave her. What if someone else saw me like this? The idea was reckless. God, it could even be career-ending, she thought to herself. Somehow, that emboldened her. Sarah Lawrence was the last person on earth she should invite here. Sarah was the lead counsel for the rival company that...