Genevieve didn’t knock.
Her heels clicked like gunshots against the marbled floor of Gideon Mercer’s penthouse office as she walked in, confidence tucked tight beneath a silk blouse the color of spilled wine. The contract was inside her satchel. Signed. The ink is still damp.
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