Norma

l Manager beamed into his camera

ason," the GM announced excitedly, "the franchise has spent a fortu

switched to a specific video feed. Candice's heavily

oversized men's black silk dress shirt with the collar wide o

the meeting chat immediately s

shirt looks awfully fa

her with fake shyness, her eyes

t night and couldn't sleep, so I borro

ing a familiar custom Patek Philippe watch reached into th

n't appear on camera, his cold, commandin

and go rest.

ent instantly. The GM coughed awkwardly twic

ilitation Department today! As the sole protégé of naturopathy titan Dr. Bertra

dice soak up the praise on screen, a col

s ago-while Candice was blatantly claiming to be his protégé. And those "breakthrough patents" the GM bragge

r cautiously unmuted

ilia? Hasn't she been handling all the core play

a wronged, pitiful expression, touchin

out me," Candice sighed softly. "If she's willing to s

e microphone again, dripping

a housewife who only knows how to cook diet

ds of sleet, wiping out the last tr

the call, as if someone had knocked over a room-service cart. The camera s

expressionless face. Seven years of sile

indow, looking out at Boston's gray winter skyline. My chest

rner phone, I di

ntries. "I'm coming to your office right now to sign the final

dy on my conference table, Emi

ench coat, grabbed my handbag, and walked