The Reversal
The Reversal ACT I The conference room on the forty-second floor smelled of expensive perfume and expensive lies. Elena Martinez stared at the spreadsheet on her laptop and tried to ignore the way her palms still remembered the heat of his skin. Two days ago, she had woken up in a Hamptons hotel room with an empty space beside her and a USB drive in her purse that she didn't remember putting...
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