Chief Stille steps out of the shower, feeling satisfied and pleasantly drained. His morning session with the Baroness was fruitful. He still has twenty-four hours before he needs to stop interfering with the Beachwalk mining operation.
He stands in front of the mirror and admires himself. The way his short wavy dark hair falls over his brow, the scar near his hairline that adds character, the dark eyes that he thinks look mysterious. He carefully trims his beard. He loves his beard. It makes him look older, more charismatic. Makes him feel like a worthy partner for the Baroness.
She's almost ten years older, but she doesn't look it. She looks late thirties at most. And her body… Stille swallows. People might call her too thin, but he likes thin. He can wrap a single hand around her waist. Feels made for him.
