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The pool was empty at 2 AM, the water still and glass-black under the security lights. I'd been coming here every night for three weeks since the diagnosis. Vitamin D deficiency, t...
The corporate spy sat at the edge of the infinity pool, legs dangling in the warm water, watching the sky turn the color of a bruised orange. She had spent three months infiltratin...
Mara sat on the floor of her apartment, her back against the sofa she'd bought with James three years ago. The cat—Barnaby, James's parting gift to her, as if a living creature cou...
Mara adjusted the brim of her cloche hat, the felt damp with London rain. She wasn't here for art. She was here because her corporate handlers believed the sculptor's new bronze sp...
Elena watched him from across the restaurant, that fox-like grin playing on Julian's lips as he charmed the investors. He always knew exactly which fork to use, exactly whose hand ...
The neon corporate badge felt heavy around Elena's neck. Three years as a corporate **spy** for Stratton Analytics, stealing trade secrets from one tech giant to feed another, and ...
Arthur stood before the office aquarium, watching the goldfish — three orange specks in ten gallons of artificially blue water — make their endless circuits. They had the memory sp...
Six years of spooling coaxial cable through suburban attics had turned Arthur into something resembling a zombie. He moved through installations with the hollow efficiency of autom...
The orange tabby sat on the windowsill, watching him with that particular look cats reserve for humans who've forgotten something essential. Martin hadn't forgotten. He just couldn...
The corporate retreat had been Marcus's idea. "Team building," he'd called it, though the only thing being built was the sculpture of resentment in Elena's chest. She stood by the ...
The bathroom mirror refused to show her anything charitable. Elena leaned over the stranger's sink, washing away the evidence of three hours of careful pretense. Her mascara had mi...
David sat on his Midtown terrace, iPhone glowing like a dying ember in his hand. The message had arrived at 2:17 AM—timestamped from London, where Marcus should've been sleeping af...