IAN'
as a twisted s
through that door for an interview
Fuckin
clared Alpha who once made it his g
ing, his eyes darting, and he was smiling like an eager lit
ew I remember
is fingers kept twitc
while he laughed. The locker slams. The bruised lungs. The
mber i
d myself: If I ever make it, I
I begin collectin
r, cleaner masks. Dorian might have grown broader shoulders, trimmed that jawline, and traded
h to walk into a L
d the edges. That sweet cinnamon-roll softness that made the girls in high sc
ther died recently. Poor baby. Life
this job lik
job," he said, his voice trembl
id motions. A tell? Anxiety? My therapist once s
kled s
r all, you need to be compet
s seethed with the memory of being seventeen
ou down, Mr. V
y fist beneath the table to keep
my head. "But I must say... you look com
is lips parted. His throat bobbed
. "I know we had a little bit of... differences in
my pockets, and my sm
be a good employee," I
d, still gasping like a beached fish. Without a word, I slid the card between
withdrew i
aled with
ere's been a mis
hollow. Dead
rf
ke?" I
ays I should clean your hotel room, pick up dry clean
Fourteenth floor. 9:
began, blink
luation model for our unreleased AI product by tomorrow. Include three pote
ed hard. I
eck. I want risk modeling, burn rate analysi
were tre
can help you.
t's... usually work for
," I said smoothly, "in which case I wi
was a lifeline. "I will get
d out. There was no way in hell h
't going t
damn day. His ego. His pride. His perfect face. Unti
~
02
om doors cr
e was holdi
and I watched his throat tighten l
fro
a board meeting," m
d. "He's here w
dn't
tiff and his eyes on the floor. He placed the coffee in fro
word. I just le
sit wi
lattes for far longe
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as craving one last
Mr. Keene
, sir. He hasn't lef
mil
rf
nt back to his office. I open
supposed to have deli
pped.
he desk. He was sleeping
oved closer to his table and the
ance update file was still open on his lapt
caught in my thr
picking up the bottle of
y didn'
hudded onc
't part o
was
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1!" I shouted, m

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