The Pale Shadows
The stapler clamped down on the final page of the actuarial report, a sharp metallic snap that cut through the hum of the air conditioning. My hand trembled, just slightly, as I aligned the edges. Across the mahogany expanse of Julian’s desk, he did not look up. He was adjusting a tie pin, a small, precise movement that belied the tension in the room. I wanted the merger signed. I needed it...
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