Alex's POVMilan was louder than I expected.Not unpleasantly. Just alive in a way that New York wasn't, different rhythm, different frequency. New York demanded things from you the moment you stepped outside. Milan just went about its business and let you find your place in it.We checked into the hotel at seven in the morning local time. Small, expensive, the kind of place that didn't need to announce itself. Our rooms were on the same floor, separate, which was the professional arrangement and also completely irrelevant.The meetings didn't start until two."Sleep," Damien said in the corridor outside our rooms."I slept on the plane.""Two hours.""I'm fine. I want to walk."He looked at me. Still in his travel clothes, slightly unpolished in the way that only happened when he'd been on a plane for eight hours, which was the only version of disheveled he ever permitted himself. It was deeply unfair how good he looked doing it."Give me twenty minutes," he said.We walked without a
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