The 37-Second Hesitation
The rain fell on New York like it had a personal grudge against the city. Eleanor Vance pulled her coat tighter and walked faster through the streets of East Harlem, her heels clicking against wet pavement like a countdown she couldn't stop. Thirty-seven seconds. That was all it had taken. Thirty-seven seconds of silence in a negotiation room, and the neighborhood she had spent three years...
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