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“Thanks,” I ainst the wall to stay on ht? Could I have one day whereI’d put theh?

Feed his tie into the shredder Or maybe use the stapler to—

“Are you talking to uy with the loosened tie and briefcase asked with his shoulder pressed hard against the wall opposite me

“What? No, sorry, I was talking toout all the ways I’d murder Leo if he screwed up this pitch Once on the job, all bets were off, but I needed him until then Winthorpe wanted Stark and Easton on this anza, but it didn’teveryone know, once on, how much of the work I’d done on my own Rose and raspberry are the same? Was he out of his mind? Okay, they were close, but come on These were important details in our industry

The doors opened and the guy sprinted into the hallith his briefcase clutched against his chest with a single look back, like he wanted to be sure I hadn’t followed him to carry out my plans of homicide

He juetic smile as the doors closed

Ha! Welco like a woman, buddy

Trusting Leo to help roup project I’d ever been involved in Never trust soet burned A lesson I’d learned early and often

The ding for y out of e and now it sucked e of a hell mouth or with a succubus

“Zara!”

I jumped at my name shouted in the previously vacant hallway Her Spidey sense tingled the second I stepped off the elevator and, no rabbedto know someone who always seemed happy to see me, but did she always have to be so excited?

“Hey, Stella” I stood in front ofit I’d stand out here until I greebs, rather than let her catch even a glimpse inside

“Can I talk to you for a second?” In her plush ducky slippers and lance down the hallway, she widened the door for aze locked onto the elevator like ere about to do a drug deal

“What’s up, Stella?”

“Your shirt’s different fro”