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My Precocious Triplets Brought me a Husband For Christmas 059
“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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“Something Happened at work?”Peter asked casually , the way you'd ask about traffic or weather, the way you asked when you were not trying to pin down the truth but you felt it sliding just out of your grasp, lurking in the shadows waiting to be brought into the light.Stephanie paused at the sink.The tap was running."No," she said a beat too late. Then she stretched out her hand and switched the water off, slowly, deliberately, as though the movement itself necessitated reflection. As if turning off water had been turned into something difficult. "Just tired."Peter looked not at her face but at her reflection in the kitchen window. It was a habit he’d unconsciously picked up. Observing angles more than faces, gestures more than spoken language. Eye contact in the mirror tells a different story than gaze in real life. They reveal things a person isn’t aware they are showing. The boys were in the living room, loudly bickering over which had cheated while playing the board game spl
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“Run it again for me.”The analyst didn’t look up. “It’s the same result.”“Run it again,” Stephanie said. She approached. Her heels clicked once, then twice. She came to a halt at his armchair. “Change the filters. Dismiss the geographic limit.”He stopped. Then his hands flew over the keyboard.“I have no idea what you’re looking for,” he said.“Neither do I,” Stephanie said. “That’s why we keep looking.”The screen refreshed from scratch. Some row of data lines changed position. Names. Codes. Dates. It was all just noise. It was all very familiar.There was one exception.The analyst inhaled sharply. It wasn’t breathtaking. Just instinct.“There,” said he.Stephanie leaned in.And the name was sitting there as if it had always been there. No flashing alert. No bold font. It’s just present. A clean input with tags and timestamps and a note that it’s been archived.Her jaw clenched.“Open it.”He did. A new window slid in. The detail was slim. Eventually, almost convincing in how l
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"The wire transfer bounced. You have seventy-two hours."Before Catalina could respond, the line went dead.She was immobilized in her penthouse, phone at her ear, Manhattan’s pre-dawn light shining in through the windows. Two hours of sleep. Maybe less. Her Louboutin heel was poised on the marble floor, caught in that instant between balance and falling. Her reflection in the glass was that of a stranger; polished surface, fractures beneath radiating like spider webs frozen in ice.The voice had been male, calm, expensive. That kind of politeness which precludes destruction. That modulated politeness was what made it deadly, threats enrobed in velour still slice just as deep.She'd asked what he wanted. He'd been exact, obedience, silence, and payment in full, by Friday.When she’d said impossible, he’d told her she was wrong. "Only inconvenient."The distinction seemed irrelevant now.Nearly broke.The phrase preyed on her mind like a predator on injured prey. She had based her lif
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