s decorated in muted beiges an

id closed the doo

ne from her bag. A red al

ack on short positio

zing us, Heda. I can't hold the line

connection. The Wi-Fi here was monito

e corner. She pulled on her faded jeans and a grey

the blueprints of this house for thre

ding the sturdy trellis hidden by the iv

eter cameras near the rose garden. She headed for the old, dilapidated b

ican case. She opened it, revealing a satellite mode

hree different countries. She saw the buy orders-clumsy, agg

to

ttack" that made it look like the market was

ed in th

e checked the trace. The counter-attack IP... it end

nally slowing. She was hungry. A

the fence she'd created months ago and walked i

inking in the afternoon sun, a san

to the curb, silent and me

window ro

shadows. His face

a f

ists watching. He marched up to her, backing he

ssion to leave the

her tote bag which now held her laptop. "It's require

e bag from her. He r

rinciples of Macroeconomics

oeconomics? You? What's the point? You th

b," Heda whispered, looking a

was replaced by a smug satisfaction. She w

My asset. You go w

er toward the car. "Get in. We

n't have

ve one s

her into t

away, Heda looked

g a boutique with a shopping bag i

sp

ark-like smile. He lifted his

ce. He had seen her. He had seen her

the tears," he said coldly. "