The Accidental Heart
The corporate robot had successfully regained control of the boardroom, but as she looked at Avery's uncharacteristically muted posture, a strange, uncalculated twinge of softness pulled at Vivian's heart.
"Eat your breakfast, Avery," Vivian said quietly, her tone losing its biting edge as she stood up and picked up her briefcase.
"We have a front to maintain, and I prefer my wife fully operational when the battle begins."
The Warehouse Sanctuary
By 4:00 PM, the oppressive mid-July heat had turned the cobblestone streets of DUMBO into a shimmering kiln.
Avery led the way down the gritty, industrial alleyway right off the East River, her worn leather boots clicking against the stones.