Legacy
"It’s been a lot quieter over there."
"Well, don't get too used to the peace," she said, tapping a neon-pink flyer against her palm. "I’m throwing a housewarming-slash-survivors-party this Friday at my new place in Salcedo. No CEOs allowed, no 'Legacy' talk, just cheap wine and a lot of venting. You’re coming, right? I won't take 'I have a render due' for an answer."
I looked at the flyer, then back toward the elevators where the ghost of Luke Cromwell still loomed. A night of normal conversation with a friend who didn't know about landslides or secret pacts sounded like a lifeline.
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