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CHAPTER ELEVEN
ZOEY
The fluorescent lights of Gotham Press buzzed like angry bees, their harsh glare reflecting off the clutter of my desk.
Papers piled high, coffee mugs forgotten in their wake, and a half-eaten donut provided the backdrop for my latest battle—a battle not with shadowy mob figures or elusive informants, but with my own infuriating boss, Theodore.
Theodore, resplendent in a pinstriped suit that could probably buy a small island, stormed into my office, his face contorted in a scowl that would curdle milk. “Zoey,” he barked, his voice dripping with disapproval, “what in God’s name have you been doing?”
I braced myself, already anticipating the lecture. “I’ve been working on the Pushkin story, Theodore,” I replied calmly, trying to keep my own irritation in check.
He scoffed, a sound that resembled a particularly disdainful cat. “Working? You call this working? You’ve barely scratched the surface of this story, Zoey. Weeks ha
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