llway, replaying in my mind. Perf
ay to a hollow, aching cold. The last twenty years o
sensory deprivation tank. The psychological evaluations designed to make you question your own sanity. The
ved that one day, the truth would come out. That
fool I'
tials were void. I was locked out. But Marcus was arrogant. He
ey. I sat at his desk, my fingers flying over the keyboard, using the old back-door administrative co
as
ut hidden beneath layers of corporate encryption wer
r label
oe, my adopted sister. My sweet, charming little sister who
a partnership. They had planned my downfall together. Chloe fed him
und the b
etric scanners, motion-sensitive turrets, a panic room with an independen
sked Marcus to upgrade the security in my personal
s are rusty, darling," he'd said
hysical weight, pressing down on me, crushing the air from my lungs. He had
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