8:30 a.m. Kingston Group headquarters break room.Darcy stood in front of the coffee machine, waiting for her black coffee.She wore a plain black business suit today, unremarkable and slightly drab. The kind of outfit that let you blend into the background of a corporate hallway without anyone bothering to remember your face. Her thick raven waves were pinned up neatly at the back of her head, not a single strand out of place. Her pale skin caught the fluorescent light with a cool sheen, and her amber eyes were calm as water, hiding every trace of sharpness beneath the mask of a "part-time actuarial analyst."Click-clack. Click-clack.High heels struck the wooden floor, crisp and rhythmic.Chloe walked in, dressed in a sleek skirt suit, two lattes in hand. As a fellow escapee from the North Barrens, Chloe had used her gray-fox hybrid blood, soft and docile, to slip into the company's front desk rotation without raising suspicion.Her eyes swept over Darcy's cheap outfit. Something fl
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