Petra’s office was small and cluttered....filing cabinets, a desk covered in papers, a single chair besides the one behind the desk. Petra sat. Gwen remained standing."You work clean," Petra said, not looking up from whatever she was reading. "Same as before you left. No complaints from the crew, no drama, just moving through the assignments.""That’s the job," Gwen said."It is." Petra finally looked at her. "You want to know what’s different about you?"Gwen didn’t answer."You’re not afraid anymore," Petra continued. Her eyes were sharp, assessing. "A month ago, you had the look of someone who’d been crushed by the weight of everything. Desperate. Afraid you wouldn’t survive the next day." She paused. "Now you look like you’ve already died and came back."It was close enough to the truth that Gwen’s chest tightened."Whatever happened at the Fenwick estate," Petra said, "you don’t need to tell me. That’s your business. But I’m telling you now, keep that look to yourself. Don’t let
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