Fort Greymoor の小説・ストーリー

Something about it felt off, like an echo in a forgotten language. "Wait." Grey grabbed her wrist, his eyes fixed on another sheet beneath it. A blueprint, but not for the cabin. "This isn't mine." The paper was old, yellowed at the edges, covered in precise architectural drawings of a building Lisa vaguely recognized. In the corner, a series of numbers: 12, 45.7, 200.89. "Coordinates?" Lisa whispered. Grey's face went pale. "No. It's the dimensions for Moore Tower's foundation. But these stress points..." He traced a shaky finger along a penciled line. "Someone deliberately weakened them. This design shouldn't stand."

No one had seen or heard from Damien since he was reportedly involved in an accident two years ago. The Greys had recently placed a mysterious job ad without any description. I stumbled upon it in my email last night, and this morning I received a call for an interview. For all I knew, it could be a trap. Glancing around, I noticed three other girls sitting quietly in the corner, also waiting. Please, don't let this be some sketchy modeling gig. I desperately need the money, but not that desperately. "Mrs. Grey will see you now," the receptionist announced, her crisp voice snapping me back to reality.

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