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My voice was unnervingly calm. He seemed satisfied with my response. He released me and turned to leave. I knelt in the ashes for a long time, unmoving. Then, I slowly pushed myself to my feet. I walked to my workbench, opened a locked drawer, and pulled out a rolled-up parchment scroll. The Writ of Absolute Severance from the Vampire High Council. A messenger from the Elders had delivered it himself at dawn. The gold seal of the Council gleamed in the lamplight.

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“You’re a note-taker.” “I don’t like to forget things.” “Good habit. Useful here.” I turned to my monitor and logged in to Arclight. The interface blinked alive, a little too bright against the cool light. I found the INTAKE column and clicked the first card: Simple re-flow for a brochure. Assets attached: text doc, two images. No revisions requested, just a date and a promise of “more to come.”

I said walking up to the door opening it to see a man with a blue delivery shirt on . "Hi thanks for bringing my delivery, you can just place them over there to the right." I said pointing. " Yes ma'am" he said walking off the porch back to his truck opening up the bed then he lowered it down. Walking back into the house letting him do his job without me peking over his shoulder . I waited till he was done so I decided to check some websites that sell dance poles. I only found two sites that ship and the price was reasonable so I ordered one of each of the two I liked. By the time I was done, so was the delivery man. So for his work I made him a glass of lemonade that I made yesterday.

Morgan… I paused to remember saving someone. Not long I remember how I saved her and received a stamp on my foot as a reward. The thought of it brought back a twinge of pain from my foot. It was not totally healed.Then I continued to read. … this deed of which I just found out. Come over to my house tomorrow (using the address inside the envelope) for I shall be unavailable today and we shall discuss your reward. I shall be expecting you. Putin Global Inc, Mr. Edgecombe.

All of it reduced to paper. She flips through. Page one. System architecture. Signed off. Page twelve. Security audit. No critical issues. Page twenty-seven. User acceptance tests. 100% pass rate. Last page. Linda’s signature already scanned in. Dated yesterday. Every test passed. Every issue closed. Elma runs her thumb over the corner of the paper. The edge is sharp. She looks up. “It is really done.” Nathan leans against her desk. He’s not in a suit. Jeans and a grey t-shirt. He looks like a person instead of a project manager.

-He finishes and leaves closing the door. I sigh tiredly and start doing my work. I didn't want to need help so I study everything right, sometimes I consult some reviews of the technician's materials to help and I get the hang of it. I order takeout up here and eat it while I do things. I finish a couple of proposal revisions, print them out, and hold them up for Dominic to sign. Has he already left the meeting?

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“Done.” I leaned back in my chair and released a long breath. For the first time all day, I felt a little relief. Then I heard my name. “Bambi.” I looked up. Kol stood beside my desk. My stomach dropped. “Yes?” He held up a document. “Did you prepare this copy?” I frowned. “Yes.” He looked at the document again. “There is an error here.” My heart sank. “What?” He placed the paper in front of me and pointed at the section. I stared at it. Then I stared again. There it was. One fucking mistake. A tiny mistake.

I continued, “then we’ll meet there.” A brief silence followed. Then she nodded. “Exactly.” Not confidence. Certainty. She opened the file in her hand. Every document was aligned perfectly. No disorder. No missing pieces. Everything prepared. “I’ve completed the bail process,” she said. “Documentation verified. Sureties confirmed.” I glanced at the file. Then back at her. “You move fast.” “I move right.” That answer again. Simple. Controlled. And deliberate. This wasn’t speed. This was planning.