The Hollow Partnership
The corner office was on the forty-second floor and it had a view of the East River that Tommy had dreamed about for five years. He stood there now, hands in his pockets, watching the sunset paint the water in shades of copper and rust, and he felt exactly nothing. Not sadness. Not happiness. Not even the dull ache of disappointment that he had expected. Just nothing, which was worse than...
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