The CEO's pawn
I didn’t bother turning them back on
I sat in the dark, alone, with only the faint glow from the city bleeding through the window behind me.
The whiskey in my glass had gone warm, I hadn’t taken a sip
My phone buzzed
A message.
Encrypted, untraceable.
The way I preferred it.
I opened it, and a photograph loaded slowly, until her face appeared
Rosalie.
She was outside her apartment, standing beside a girl I recognized from earlier reports.
Beatrice.
They were laughing, Rosalie’s hair was down, her face bare, her eyes shining in a way I hadn’t seen before
She looked different, not in appearance, but in presence
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