The Distant Machine

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October 12 The roast beef weighed two pounds, four ounces, and the wine was a Cabernet from Napa Valley that cost more than your weekly rent. You count the forks. Four. Two for you, two for Mr. Vance. He sits across from you in the dim light of the bistro, his tie loosened, his face flushed with the specific satisfaction of a man who has just purchased a subordinate’s future. He raises his...

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