The Architect of Tears (V-06: New York Realism)
The air in the back of the town car was filtered, sterile, and smelled faintly of expensive leather and ozone. I sat in the corner, my eyes fixed on the back of Julian Thorne’s neck. Julian was not a man; he was a series of calculated movements and strategic silences. He was the most powerful lobbyist in the tri-state area, and today, he was performing the most important role of his career: the...
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