The Golden Downtown
The argument was not loud, which made it all the more suffocating. Mr. Sterling sat behind his mahogany desk, the wood polished to a mirror sheen that reflected the grey November sky pressing against the window of the Meridian Insurance Exchange. He did not look up when I entered, but he did not look up until I had placed the file on the corner of his desk, my hands trembling slightly from the...
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