Phoenix I'm the last one out of the building most nights now, and tonight is no different. Badge scanned, elevator down to the parking garage with footsteps echoing off concrete in the particular silence of a level nearly empty of cars. Octavia is leaning against a support pillar near the exit ramp, waiting and I tried in my heart to convince myself it wasn't for me. My whole body goes rigid. "What are you doing down here." "Waiting for you. I didn't want this conversation happening anywhere with cameras pointed at both our faces." She straightens, still very much composed despite the hour, despite the setting, despite everything. "You got five minutes? That's all I'm asking." "What do you want to talk about and why would I trust anything you have to say?" "You wouldn't. You shouldn't." A faint, humorless smile. "I'm not here asking for trust, Phoenix. I'm here because someone impersonated you on that construction site, and I have a theory, and I'd rather you hear it from me d
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