The sun was sinking in the sky, casting long shadows across the road as Carver eased his sleek black car into traffic. Ava sat in the passenger seat, her eyes tracing the cityscape that blurred past the window. The radio played low, its melodies barely punctuating the silence that had settled between them. Carver glanced at Ava. Her eyes were unfocused, as if she were a million miles away. He could feel it, the tension in her shoulders, the way her lips pressed together in a hard line, unspoken words, unease. Her energy was a palpable thing, swirling in the space between them. Finally, she broke the silence. "Do you usually hire your subs?" Ava asked, her voice imbued with an almost acerbic curiosity. Carver's fingers tightened momentarily around the steering wheel. "She was already working in her current position when she applied," he said carefully. It was a fact, but it felt like an evasion. Her question hinted at something deeper, a suspicion, an accusation, something yet undefi
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