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The damn dog wouldn't stop shivering. Maybe it sensed what I'd become—a corporate spy in a fedora that smelled of other men's cologne and stale regret. I knelt on the wet pavement,...
Marcus stood at the baseline, the padel racket heavy in his hand. Across the net, Elena laughed at something her new partner said—some corporate lawyer with perfect teeth and an ag...
Elena adjusted the brim of her father's fedora, the worn felt smelling of cedar and memories. She'd stolen it from his closet before fleeing New York, running from the wreckage of ...
Elena had been working as a corporate spy for six years, long enough to know that corporate espionage was less about martini drinks and more about stolen passwords. Her current tar...
The bull statue in the lobby had always unnerved her—bronze horns catching the afternoon light, forever charging at nothing. Elena adjusted her badge, the plastic lanyard rubbing a...
Maya's iPhone buzzed on the nightstand at 5:47 AM — the same time it had buzzed every morning for three years. She reached for it automatically, muscle memory overriding sleep, but...
Madame Vera's shop smelled of sandalwood and desperation. Marcus sat across from her, extending his right hand, trying not to think about the margin call that had wiped out his por...
The dog won't eat her spinach anymore. Just pushes it around the bowl with that sad, methodical persistence that makes me want to scream. It's been three weeks since Sarah's funera...
The fertility specialist's office was on the forty-second floor, a pyramid of glass and steel that pierced the Chicago skyline. Elena pressed her hand against the window, watching ...
Elena had been a corporate spy for seven years, infiltrating competitors' R&D departments and stealing trade secrets, but she'd never felt like a zombie until now. Standing in the ...
Sarah's office sat on the forty-second floor, the pinnacle of the corporate pyramid she'd spent two decades ascending. Her mahogany desk was pristine, organized with military preci...
The coaxial cable lay curled like a dead snake on the floor, still connected to a television that had gone dark three hours ago when Marc finally walked out. Elena sat cross-legged...