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Marcus hadn't been a proper spy in seven years, not since Prague went sideways and left him with a limp that flared up when it rained. Now he installed cable for suburbanites who t...
Elena had been a corporate spy for seven years, long enough to know that the pool at the Azure Hotel was where deals—both professional and intimate—went to die. The water shimmered...
Elena placed her father's fedora on the desk—a battered **hat** that still smelled of pipe tobacco and Sunday morning walks. The box with her belongings was already packed: a frame...
Maya stared at the papaya on her desk, its sunset-orange flesh mocking the fluorescent-gray of her office on the forty-second floor. Outside, lightning fractured the Seattle sky, i...
The goldfish bowl sat on the windowsill of our apartment, three years after you left. I still changed the water every Tuesday, though I couldn't say why. The fish—your fish, origin...
The corporate pyramid rose above downtown like a glass monument to ambition, each floor a smaller circle of privilege than the one below. Sarah worked on the forty-second floor, th...
The bear of a man sat at the corner table, his shoulders hunched around a drink he'd been nursing for two hours. Elena watched him from the bar, her palm sweating against the cold ...
Elena adjusted the fascinator—part hat, part sculpture—that threatened to topple from her head with every turn. The corporate gala was exactly the kind of performance she'd perfect...
The sphinx of the 42nd floor—Marcus, with his enigmatic smiles and impossible questions—leaned against my desk as lightning fractured the sky beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. '...
The pyramid rose before her—glass and steel, forty-three floors of corporate ambition catching the dying October light. Elena had been running toward it for six years, literally an...
Elena hadn't been a **spy** for seven years, but her fingers still moved to check the deadbolt three times before bed. Some habits etched themselves into bone. Now she sold antique...
The bottle of vitamin D supplements sat on her nightstand, a daily reminder of the life they were supposed to build together. Marcus had bought them—laughter in his eyes, claiming ...