The Pale Bridge
Thorne. Get out of my office before I call security. Elias stood frozen in the doorway, the manila folder trembling in his grip. The fluorescent lights of Mara’s corner office buzzed with a low, electric hum that seemed to vibrate in his teeth. He had come to save the firm. He had come to save himself. But Mara did not look at the data. She did not look at the stress calculations, the...
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