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My Precocious Triplets Brought me a Husband For Christmas 062
“Tell me she didn’t.”Peter realized he’d spoken out loud when James stopped pacing and looked at him.James didn’t respond right away. He merely stood there, square in the middle of Peter’s office, the tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, face taut with some kind of strain Peter hadn’t witnessed in ages.That was answer enough.Peter’s stomach dropped.“She filed?” Peter asked again, his voice quieter now.James exhaled slow and steady. “She filed.”The words came down like a hammer.Peter reclined in his chair and glanced beyond James, beyond the glass wall of the office, to the city skyline outside it. His fingers curled around the edge of the desk.“How?” he asked. “Under what grounds?”James displayed the document in his hand.“She’s contesting the inheritance again.”The two became silent.Peter snorted.“She lost,” he said. “Barely a year ago. She lost.”“I know.”“Stephanie had made sure of that.”“I know.” Peter pushed his chair back and stood. There was the sudden jolt of moti
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"Why was this amended?"Stephanie didn't know she had spoken out loud until she heard her words faintly reverberating in the empty room of her office.She stopped, listening, half expecting someone to tell her where to go.No one did.Yes. No one, she knew.The city outside was still alive, cars whispering past on wet asphalt, horns far away, a laugh here and there but the lobby, the building, were empty. Quiet. Watching.Stephanie returned to her monitor.The cursor pulsed steadily next to the revised line on the death certificate.It was as if she was counting down.She leaned in, peering through exhausted, stinging eyes that had been at work for hours."Amendment Filed: October 3, 2021"Her stomach tightened."That's not right," she murmured.This time her voice was smaller."Wrong."The word hung heavily in her chest.The death certificate for Martin had been issued in 2019. She remembered that day all too well, the crammed office and her hands trembling uncontrollably as she si
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“Don’t wake him yet.”The words floated around the room like smoke, soft but with purpose and intension. Martins heard them at first without comprehension, his mind slow, heavy, caught in that liminal space between sleep and something more acute.Catalina was by the window, phone to her ear, her figure was a stark contrast to the pale morning glow. One arm was bent over her body, the other raised with her fingers lightly touching her temple. She wasn’t whispering for the sake of secrecy. She was whispering out of control.“Yes."she said quietly. "I know. I’ll handle it."She hung up without looking up.Martins stirred.The first thing that came into focus was the ceiling above him. White. Too white. Not his. The air had a light citrus fragrance and a floral scent that he couldn’t identify. His body felt heat, mass and the ghost of a body lying next to him that was no longer there.Memory rushed in all at once.The bar.The walk.A hurried kiss that had not been.The door closed behind
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“Are you always this quiet,” Catalina said, “or do you only speak to people who are worth it?”Martins didn’t lift his head right away. He finished pulling the top edges of the folder on his desk straight, precise, deliberate, stalling for time. When at last he caught her gaze, he flashed a smile that wasn’t really a smile.“You’re in my office,” he said. “That should make them all cautious.”Catalina advanced farther inside and shut the door behind her. Not gently. The click was faintly final and unmistakable.“Careful is overrated.”She didn’t sit. Instead, she rested on the edge of his desk, near enough that he could make out the subtle shimmer on her eyelids, near enough that her perfume, warm, muted, purposefully invaded his space and doubled back refusing to leave.Martins reclined in his chair. “Now, if this is in relation to the procurement files, you should have sent an email.”Her chuckle was muted, nearly warm. “You already know it’s not.”He examined her then, for real thi
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“You’re telling me the system did that on its own?” Stephanie didn’t raise her voice. She didn't need to. The stillness in her tone was sharper than anger or rage.From the other end of the secure video line, the compliance officer sat up straighter in his chair. He was young, too young for the sort of anomalies blinking across her screen and it showed in the way he cleared his throat before answering."Following step the system automatically logged it,” he said. “There’s no manual override. No place where a human has entered the system that we can track.”Stephanie eased back slowly, fingers interlaced beneath her chin. The light of three monitors was reflecting in her eyes, copy and timelines running into each other.“Systems don’t hallucinate,” she said. “People do.”A pause.“Yes, ma’am.”She exhales through her nose. ‘Take me through it again. From the top. Slowly.”The officer complied. Dates. Jurisdictions. Compliance triggers Each word stacked tidily on top of the last, neat
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"Do you ever discuss her?"The question came out of nowhere.Martins stopped short, her hand still on the restaurant’s back door, the night air rushing in behind them. From the kitchen came the noise and bustle of pans banging, raised voices in three languages, the hissing sound of oil frying food. Catalina was just outside, jacket slung over one shoulder, phone dark in her hand, eyes were sharp in a way that said this wasn’t casual curiosity.“Talk about who?” he asked, even though he already knew.She never smiled. “Your wife.”There it was. Clean. Direct. Catalina never circled a thing she could pierce.Martins let the door swing shut. The sudden quiet pressed in. Streetlight. Damp pavement. The faint smell of citrus cleaner and smoke.“sometimes” he said Cataline’s eyes scanned his face as if she was looking for loopholes in a document. “Sometimes isn’t an answer.”He exhaled through his nose, a sound that could have been a laugh in another life. “You ask questions like a prosec
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