fe on the NYU campus. A heavy Macroeconomics textbook lay op
etween them had kept her awake until dawn. Her dark circle
cafe, holding two iced lattes. She slammed into the chair acro
hissed, shoving her smartphone acro
her heavy eyes
screen, the blood drained from he
s Fowler rushing out of an exclusive lounge. The second showed Brandon Dalt
letters: Wall Street Titan's Midnight Re
kgrounds. An "anonymous insider" claimed Holmes ha
ke a physical slap
the exact same car that had hunted her down in Brooklyn last night.
h violentl
ee clipped the edge of the table. The iced latte tipped ove
ins. "Alex! What's wrong? You loo
nd over her mouth, grabbed her canvas tote bag, and
t the thick trunk of an oak tree in a quiet corner of Was
sliced through
he rush to leave the lounge. It a
was just the dirty secret. The cheap, disposable bo
of glass beads shattered against the dead leaves at her feet. Sh
ne vibrated viole
p the shadows. H
e of safety. Now, it looked like a death sentence. Her
s relentless, demanding, forc
wiped the wetness from her cheeks. A
humb down and swi
the park was deafening. In two years, it was
er button and swiped to power off. The screen went
e made a silent vow to herself. She would
irt off her jeans. Her spine strai
s dorms. Karyme was pacing t
okay?" Karyme
up into a grotesque, plastic smile. "
her chest, Alexia looked Karyme dead in the eye. "You know t
vative, quiet girl. But Karyme quickly recovered, clapping her
lt like a block of ice. She was going to use the most
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