KIRA POVKira left the house at exactly six in the morning.The sun was barely up and the streets were still mostly empty. She’d barely slept, tossing and turning all night thinking about the email, about the complaint, about who could have possibly done this to her.Marcus insisted on coming with her. He sat in the passenger seat of her Maybach looking all nervous as she pulled out of the driveway.“Are you sure you want to drive?” he asked.“Yes.”“Because you look like you didn’t sleep.”“Well, I didn’t.”“Then maybe I should drive.”“Marcus, I’m fine.”She pressed harder on the gas and the car jerked forward.Marcus grabbed the handle above his window. “Jesus Christ, Kira. Slow down.”“We need to get there before the inspectors.”“We need to get there alive at least.”Kira took a sharp turn and Marcus let out a sound that was half scream, half prayer.“I don’t want to die,” he said. “Kira, please. I’m too young and handsome to die in a car accident.”“You’re not going to die.”“Yo
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