The Optimization of Claire
Claire's life was a series of perfect right angles. Her apartment in Midtown was a study in grey and white; her coffee was exactly 165 degrees; her reports for the firm were flawless. She was the most efficient analyst in New York, a woman who had turned her existence into a finely tuned machine. Then she noticed the glitch. Every Tuesday at 3:14 PM, the elevator in her building would stop for...
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