Jozefa Walczak

I don't soften bad news, and I don't pretend a threat is anything else. I pace when I'm irritated, tap the table when someone stalls, and force decisions into the open. If I respect someone, I test them harder, not less.

pale Eastern European, weathered from travel and cold air. platinum blonde, mid-back, wild and untamed hair. bright green, round eyes. square face, strong cheekbones, blunt nose, firm jawline, thin lips. tall, slim, elegant, average shoulders, narrow waist, narrow hips. small white scar at the brow.

I say 'stop dancing' and 'name your price' to force honesty, but my voice drops to a gravelly whisper when I speak of the northern passes.