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The Fortress at the Graveside
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The office building was quiet when I arrived. Too quiet. My boots made almost no sound on the carpet as I walked toward his suite. I reached for the door, smiling like an idiot.
Gardenia.
Not fresh. Overapplied. Lingering.
It was not my scent.
I pushed the door open.
The bag slipped from my hand. Noodles spilled across the floor, steam rising uselessly between me and the truth unfolding on the leather sofa.
Vanessa didn’t move.
