The glass doors of Kane & Associates slid open with a soft hiss.

I stepped into the cool, polished lobby of the thirty-second floor, the heels of my new black pumps clicking against the marble. My blouse was a soft cream silk, the most professional thing I owned, but even so the fabric stretched tightly across my chest. I had spent ten minutes in the bathroom downstairs trying to adjust it so it wouldn’t look so obvious. It didn’t help much. My breasts had always been large — heavy, full, the kind that drew eyes even when I tried to hide them.

I kept my shoulders straight and walked toward...