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...