Chapter 8

But bills didn't care about fear. She went in anyway, dressed in her uniform, Nova safely dropped with a neighbor this time, her stomach in knots the entire subway ride into the city.She didn't expect Julian Hale to be standing in the staff hallway when she arrived. Employers like him didn't wait in hallways; they summoned people to offices."Amora."His voice was different than she'd ever heard it: not the clipped, distracted tone he used when passing instructions through his assistant, but something quieter, almost uncertain."Do you have a minute?""Of course, sir."She braced herself.He gestured toward a small sitting room off the main hall, plainer than his study, the kind of space normally reserved for deliveries and staff briefings. He sat down across from her, and for a long moment he simply looked at his hands, as if the words he needed weren't easy to find despite owning half the language of boardrooms in Manhattan."I read the letter three more times last night," he finally said. "My father built that lock so only a child could open it. Not a scientist, not an expert—a child." He looked up. "Your daughter didn't just open a box, Amora. She opened something I've been avoiding for eight months."Amora said nothing, unsure whether she was allowed to speak.

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