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drive, Agent Miller?" I a

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ood

n years since I' d left this small town with an MIT scholarship and a burning need to escape. Now, I was Gabrielle Fuller, lead engineer for N

nt, heavy weight, a necessity dictated by a non-disclosure agreement thicker than a phone book. My work on the life support sys

s Steakhouse," his newest, most expensive venture. Matthew, the high school quarterback who' d bullied m

t him cheating on a physics final and reported him to the principal. He' d gotten a suspension,

a text from Anthony Ow

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rom here," I to

on standby. Panic button is in your coat po

t a twenty. As I walked toward the entra

ged in. Still can' t afford your own

mer cheerleader who clung to his arm like a designer handbag. He gestured with his t

e said, his voice loud enough for everyone arriving t

r classmates chuckled. T