"I've been in Mr. Wilding's employ for a little over three months now," Deborah answered and absently smoothed her dark copper hair at the sides, checking to be sure no wisp had escaped the sleek coil at the nape of her neck.
"Did you know him before?" The young brunette wandered over to stand behind Deborah.
"No." Deborah noticed how much her suntan had faded. The long working hours that sometimes included the weekends had deprived her of free time to spend lazing in the Connecticut summer sun. Compared to Bianca Darrow, she looked pale, her complexion the color of golden cream framed by the burnt copper shade of her hair.