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“I realize that it’s no secret to these wo,” I continued, “but I’h the bullshit and find soive her financially”

The corners of her lips tilted up “Miles, are you looking for love?”

I cursed my red hair and fair skin as I felt my cheeks heat My reputation ell-known in the world of cybercri badass No one ical and supposedly lacked empathy Yet, here I was, about to disclose one of er

“Yes”

…

I was running late for a consultation with a new client, but one over We’d spent quite a bit of ti out the terms of the contract I wanted

I was starving and, since her Columbus Circle office ay uptown from my next appointrab some lunch I stalked around the corner and spied The Purple Kitchen across the street A shitty New York diner Perfect

The inside screamed seventies TV sitcom with its purple vinyl booths, For counter with barstools that ended with a rotating glass display of pies These places may look like crap, but usually, the food esome

“One for lunch, sir?” the host asked He was a robust, balding, ed man in black pants, a sweater vest, and orthopedic shoes

“Yes I’h”

He nodded and grabbed acity street through a large picture

“Eht with you” He dipped his chin and made his way back to his podium at the front

I opened thethe specials when someone walked up to the booth

“Hello! I’et you a drink, sir?” A sweet, cheerful voice asked

It was like being struck by lightning My body went rigid, frozen as an electric current ran through roin, and all the blood in ht behind I was suddenly hard as a fucking rock