Isla's team left at six.She stayed.There was still the ceiling anchor on the north end that wasn't sitting right — a fraction of a degree off, nothing anyone else would notice, everything she would notice every single time she walked into this room for the next three months. She changed into the old trainers she kept in her bag for late nights, set up the ladder, and got back to work.The twenty second floor was quiet.She liked this part. Always had. Just her and the work and no one asking questions.She was halfway up the ladder, wrench in hand, when she heard footsteps.She knew before she turned around. She had learned his footsteps without meaning to — leather soles, deliberate, the kind that moved through a building like they owned it. Which they did. Which was the point.She finished what she was doing. Came down the ladder.He was standing in the doorway with his jacket off and his tie loosened and his hands in his pockets looking at the north wall. The first time she had
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