CHAPTER EIGHTY NINE We move in unison, then disperse quietly. Jake’s eyes lock on mine for a heartbeat, probing but I don’t flinch. I turn away, follow the others. Only a few of us remain nearby, just in case we’re needed. My feet ache, my shoulders are heavy, and sleep tugs at me hard. I pace the hallway slowly, fighting it off, reminding myself that this shift will end soon. Voices drift from the dining room—low laughter, clinking glasses, the hum of power and money. I keep walking, back and forth, when footsteps approach. Jake. “I thought you went home,” he says. “No,” I reply without slowing. “I’m here for my shift.” He studies me. I can feel the weight of it, his stare boring into my back. “Same shift you pushed back on in Mr Diego’s office. Something about you… it’s off. Can’t place it.” “Everything’s weird to you,” I say, cool, measured. “I just don’t want to lose my job. I need it.” He steps closer. The heat of him presses into my space. “You’re stubbo
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