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Dante Tomorrow starts with blood. Not hers. Not this time. The markets open red and stay there. A glitch in an algorithmic fund slams half the sector; three of our clients panic; one of them sends a seven-paragraph email accusing us of collusion with gravity. I skim it, flag it, and move on. This is the kind of chaos I know how to handle. The kind I don’t is waiting in my inbox. Subject: Draft — Quinn/Marcellus Human Interest Piece (Unapproved)

Elena Vale has spent her entire life sticking to the rules, until the night she's forced into an engagement she never wanted. Fleeing from her high-society cage, she ends up in a grimy bar, drinking with a brooding stranger who offers the one thing she never expected: freedom.  Jack Roman is the last man a woman like Elena Vale should marry. Tattooed, sharp-tongued, and hiding secrets behind his sea blue eyes. He's everything she's been taught to avoid. But when an impulsive drunken wedding turns into a full-blown scandal, Elena seizes the chaos. She makes him a deal — six months of pretending, then they part ways. To Elena, faking a marriage with a stranger is supposed to keep her

​Inside the ginnery, the pace was frantic. ​Julian and Yusuf were hauling the fresh, heavily embossed sheets of the fifth edition straight off the printing bed. Because the text was physically stamped into the deep fibers of the linen paper, the wet, graphite-heavy sump sludge sat perfectly in the grooves, completely immune to the sticky heat. We didn't have time to let them dry in the racks; we were stacking them directly into heavy burlap sacks, the grease staining the coarse fabric from the inside out. ​On the workbench, the passive Vane scanner gave a final, erratic chime before the display corrupted into a jagged line of static.

My mind is a jumbled mess as I realize how it all fits together. It's all about money. Bottom line. And because it's about money, the people who can pay the highest price will be helped first. It is the animals that will die. It takes a while before I realize the printer has stopped. The paper is ready. There is no paper in the other printers either, but I think I still have some in my room. I stand up, my legs stiff from the cow. I find the paper in my closet, careful not to make noise and wake anyone up.

Jamal whispered to me and I nodded in agreement. "Is Logan still showering?" "Yeah I checked up on him a few minutes ago and he was shaving," he replied and shoved his hand in his pocket. He retrieved rolls of newspaper and thrust it against my chest. "I found these in the mess, look." "What is it?" My forehead creased as I unfurled one of the papers. My eyes darted between the paper and Jamal who had his arms crossed against his chest. There was a picture of the ruins of a car and my heart hammered against my chest. I scanned the paper and a lump lodged in my throat when I read Logan's last name- Kellerman. Not once, but thrice.

Jake tapped the packet of paper on the table by the laptop. “Shit, no. Since you didn’t tell me how much we were making tonight. I had no idea it was this much, I usually only deal with thousands at a time.” Petrie explained, looking at the paper dubiously. “We can either go and get more, or we can print out the top half, which I have almost enough for, and the bottom stacks will be blank, we can cut up regular printer paper or notebook paper. I don’t know if it will work if their pros.” Jake weighed his options. “I mean, they have no inkling that we even know what’s in there so for all we know, Dan was shorting them with fakes.”

Gilbert said. Jai pulled the pin off and took the paper. Shoru also looked at the paper. She couldn't read it, but the picture of a scary gorilla beast bumping its chest was put on the paper. She whined and looked up at him. Jai took the paper to Gilbert. "Do you think we can try taking this one? Or maybe, you can ask whether this one is already taken?" Darrion took the paper and gave it a look while Gilbert checked that one in the office's own logbook.

“Ethan! Please, I’m begging you! I admit it, okay? It was a joke. Please don’t check it!” Finn had finally realized he should be afraid. Tears and snot ran down his face. I ignored his begging and kept my eyes on the technician. “Director Hale,” the technician said, pushing up his glasses, his voice clear and steady. “Based on our preliminary scan and watermark analysis, this document was not printed on the department’s official security paper. It was printed on ordinary inkjet paper anyone can buy.” He paused. “More importantly…” He placed the paper into the print scanner.

He squints and looks, then opens the machine and removes the crumpled paper inside. "See? " He says, straightening up. "It was just a jamming problem. " "Thanks Ryan, I really don't know how I would have gotten through it without you. " "I'm sure you would have figured it out, you're a smart girl. " I smile at him and continue making the photocopies with my back to him. I feel his gaze on me, I turn around to face him. "Where have you been anyway? You disappeared without saying goodbye to me. "

He scrubbed the paper on the floor several times and when he got up, he saw his pajamas filled with a sticky liquid. “Uhh, what the hell” he caught a whiff of strawberry smell in the paper he's holding, his face paled realizing what the thing is, he stand up and dashed away to take the papers out of his room. He searched for the trash can then get more papers to wipe his pants, removing the slippery cool liquid in his knees. When Jiwoon finished showering and got out of the bathroom he saw Yenn kneeling on the floor and throwing some crumpled papers in the trash bin. Yenn’s back was facing him so he couldn’t see what he’s doing.