Alexander Voss's POV I arrived at eight with coffee from the place on the corner and the proposal printed in triplicate, because I'd learned a long time ago that the most dangerous negotiations happen across breakfast tables, and you don't walk into dangerous negotiations underprepared. The ceramic frog still had the key. I knocked anyway.... She answered in a grey pullover and reading glasses I'd never seen before, hair pulled back, a pen tucked behind her ear. She looked at the coffee cups in my hand, then at my face, then back at the coffee. "You remembered," she said. "Black, no sugar. Yes" I held one out. "You going to let me in without the candlestick this time?" She considered it for a full second, which was either a joke or wasn't, and with Maya it had always been genuinely difficult to tell. Then she stepped back from the door. I went in. The kitchen table was already occupied... legal pad, open folders, a highlighter uncapped beside a cooling mug of tea. She'd been w
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