Vogue 1561, 1966
She backed against the faux bois wall, doing her best to affect a casual tone. "Microfiche?! I don't even know what that is! How could I possibly steal it?"
They weren't buying it. She could tell that. Why oh why hadn't she listened more carefully to Q when he explained how to use the hidden compartment in her dress collar? It wasn't fair. They'd never make James wear something that made him look like one of those stuffy American pilgrims at Thanksgiving.