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2026-08-12 14:38:54"Ivy Calloway."
She hadn't meant to say it. It slipped out on its own, some animal calculation deciding a real name was safer than a stranger deciding for himself who she might be. Something happened in his face when she said it; she'd think about that expression for days afterward and never quite pin down what it had been, except that it was fast, and it cost him something to control. "Behind me." He was already moving. "Now, Ivy." "I don't even know your" "Gideon." The man in the coat rounded the landing below with a pistol already up, held with the flat competence of someone who'd done this enough times that his hands didn't need instructions anymore. "She's a liability, Vance. You know protocol." "Protocol says contained. Not eliminated. Not unless the client signs off directly. " Gideon's voice dropped a register she hadn't heard yet — colder, built for exactly this kind of conversation and no other. "You want to explain to Draeger why we torched a clean gala over a photographer who took a wrong turn?" "She has the photo." "She has a photo she doesn't understand yet." He hadn't reached for a weapon of his own. Just stood there, still, and something about the stillness scared her more than the gun did. "That's my call on this floor. You know it is." The coat's eyes moved past Gideon to land on her, and she felt it, an ugly, itemising look, a man doing arithmetic she didn't want the sum of. "Twenty-four hours," he said finally. "After that it's not your call." He went back down the stairs. The silence after was worse than the footsteps had been. Her knees actually buckled; she hadn't known that was a real thing that happened to bodies until it happened to hers, and Gideon caught her elbow, more like he was catching a dropped piece of equipment than a person. "What was that?" "You survive a mistake most people don't." He let go the second she had her feet under her again. "That's what that was." "He wanted to kill me." "He wanted a problem solved. You were the fast solution." He glanced at the stairwell door, running some calculation she couldn't follow. "I bought you a day. That's not the same thing as saving your life. I need you to hear the difference." "Then what is it?" "A short window to convince my employer you're worth more breathing than not." He looked at her properly then, and under the control she saw something older, something tired that had nothing to do with tonight specifically. "Which means you're coming with me. Whether you like that or not." "I'm not going anywhere with you." "You don't have time to argue about it." He was already at the fire exit, keying something into a panel she couldn't see. "Eleven hours left, give or take, before that man decides my say-so stops mattering. Less than that if you'd rather test your luck with him instead." She didn't move. He looked back. "Your father tried to warn people about a company like this once." Quiet now, almost gentle, which was somehow worse than the cold voice had been. "I know how that ended. I'd rather yours didn't." The floor seemed to drop an inch under her. "How do you know about my father?" He didn't answer. Just held the door, waiting, and the not-answering told her more than any answer could have.
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