Title: The Glass Ceiling of Noir
(Act I: The Outset) The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash anything away; it just makes the filth shine. I sat in my office, the neon sign of the diner across the street flickering in a rhythmic, dying pulse. Four years. That's how long I'd been operating from the gutters, building a network of informants that reached from the docks to the Mayor's office. My parents had been the golden children...
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