Cross Tower was glass and steel touching clouds.Lena had walked past it hundred times old life, head down, feeling small. Today, walked in head high, blazer ironed, hair clean, makeup borrowed Maya, portfolio shaking in hands.Security checked name. Elevator to floor 42. Every floor up, heart beat faster.She remembered Ethan dead. Now about to see him alive. Could she handle without crying?Doors opened. Floor 42 silent, expensive. White marble, black chairs, view entire Manhattan. Assistants typing quiet."Miss Carter? Design interview?" Blonde woman perfect suit smiled tight. "Mr. Cross running fifteen minutes late. Please wait."Lena sat. Hands sweating. She breathed like learned in apocalypse hiding from infected. Inhale four, hold four, exhale four.Minutes passed like hours.Then private elevator dinged.He stepped out.Ethan Cross.Lena stopped breathing.He was alive. Real. Not ash. Not blood. Dark hair perfectly cut, black suit expensive, white shirt, top button open. Tall,
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