"A woman emerged from a private office on the left. She was tall and slender with piles of thick, black hair beautifully coifed in an elegant, puffed Victorian hairstyle. She, I assumed, must be Dorica June Grizel. In my first view of her from a distance, I had thought that she was quite a beautiful woman. As she walked towards me I saw the hardness rather than the beauty. Two deep lines, like a set of parentheses, enclosed her mouth. They looked as if they had grown there by the pressure of constant anger or tension, or perhaps, by the vigilant guard over anything her mouth might say. When she spoke, her mouth opened cautiously at the center but held almost immobile at the corners, emphasizing her effort to tightly control every utterance. Her jaws bulged like overdeveloped biceps. She must have spent each moment, waking or sleeping, with her jaws tightly clenched. Her body looked as if it had never been indulged with a single ounce of extra flesh and her posture was as straight and as rigidly controlled as her face. A momentary smile almost succeeded in erasing the image of emotionless control, until you noticed her eyes. The smile, as controlled as everything else about her, stopped at her nose. Her eye lids were partly closed, hiding her eyes. As she spoke with Gunter, I realized she had good reason to shield those eyes. Only in her eyes did any excess show. Rather than shining with human warmth, they glittered like the eyes of an eager and voracious bird of prey."
Diana Hunter, PI
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