He was not accustomed to being known. That was the simplest way to name it.He had been observed, certainly he was a Cole, which meant he had been watched his whole life: watched for performance, watched for weakness, watched to see whether he would sustain the weight of what the name required. He had been admired and negotiated with and, in some cases, genuinely liked. But known — seen with a clarity that carried no agenda and required nothing from him that was rarer.Nancy knew what he was doing before he did it. Not always, not infallibly, but often enough that it had begun to unsettle him in a way that felt different from the discomfort of being analyzed. Being analyzed felt like being examined. This felt like being recognized.She noticed when he was performing and when he was not, and the distinction in her response to each was the most honest feedback mechanism he had ever encountered. With the former, she was polite and completely unreachable. With the latter, she was present
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