Chapter 11: Violetta The pre-dawn light filters through the loft’s floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, sharp shadows across the brickwork. Down on the highway, the first wave of commuter traffic moves in a relentless, silver stream. After a cold shower, I stand by the wardrobe box I unpacked at midnight, reaching for a charcoal-grey suit. The wool feels crisp and cold against my skin. I button the silk blouse to the chin, adjust the sharp lapels of the jacket, and step into my heels.In the bathroom mirror, I sweep a bold, blood-red lipstick across my mouth. I don't linger on my reflection. I grab my leather briefcase, check the gold watch on my wrist, and head for the door.As I step into the hallway, Caleb’s door is closed, but the scent of fresh coffee lingers in the air. I think of knocking and wish him a good morning but I head straight for the elevator.The headquarters of Thorne & Associates is a monolith of steel and glass in the heart of the financial district. I walk th
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