The progress bar on the executive monitor ticked steadily upward.TRANSMISSION PACKET: [|||||||||||||||| ] 68%Before the final data block could clear, the private double doors to the corner office were thrown violently open.Elliot Vance stood in the entryway. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket, his silk tie was loosened at the collar, and his silver hair was slightly disheveled. For a fraction of a second, the immaculate, untouchable facade of the senior managing partner flickered—his eyes widening as he saw me standing behind his desk. Then, the cold, calculated arrogance of a man who believed he owned the city swept back over his features."Arthur," Elliot said, his voice smooth, dripping with the oily condescension I had listened to for three years. He stepped into the office, his leather shoes clicking softly against the polished hardwood floor. "I must admit, breaking out of a maximum-security municipal holding facility shows a rather impressive level of desperation. Bu
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