MAYA'S POV Patricia Ford had given me a lanyard on my first morning at Sterling Industries, walked me through the building with a warm smile and careful attention, warned me about the executive floor with the tone of someone who genuinely wanted me to succeed here; and for nine weeks I'd filed her away as one of the few uncomplicated things in a very complicated situation. Reed called at seven in the morning and the name he gave Damien was hers. I was in the kitchen when it happened, coffee in hand, and I watched Damien's face do that thing where it went very still in a specific way, and I set my cup down before he'd said a single word to me. "How long," Damien said into the phone, not a question exactly, the tone of someone confirming arithmetic they'd already done. A pause. "Eighteen months." Another pause, longer. "Don't let her leave the building." He hung up and looked at me. "Patricia Ford," I said. "Yes." "She's been there since before I arrived." "Eighteen months," he
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