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tood outside the gleaming downtown tower of Hewitt Tec

re not on the visitor li

" I said, the word

is expected. A Mr. Blakely. It doe

he was alrea

voice cut through the air. "It' s al

an impeccably tailored suit, looking ev

face, the kind of look that said he o

ording to the nameplate being affi

ile never reaching his eyes. "Come on u

. I followed him into the elevator, my

kyline. He didn't offer me a seat. He just leaned against h

really think she' d pay that much for a glorified piano player? You were a placeh

as a contract. It' s my

ocelyn is mine. She was always mine. You were just a temporary inconvenience. A low-class mus

ing into my collarbone. His charismatic public mask

ou will not come here again. If I see you or hear from you, I will make sure that sister of yours e

rd. "Security! Get this

curious stares of employees, and threw me onto the str

age washing over me. This wasn' t just about mo

ilding, my eyes scanning the concrete floor. I was looking for a tire

tha

rofessional armor gone, replaced by simple jeans and a sweater. Her eyes weren't on my face;

ice barely a whisper. "I knew it was the