Penelope's POV Clara called me at exactly four pm the next day."Mr. Blackwood wants to meet you tomorrow morning," she said. Her tone was professional, leaving no room for questions. "At nine o'clock on the fortieth floor." I stood in my small apartment, phone pressed to my ear, listening to the kitchen tap drip. "I'll be there," I said. Then I sat on the bed, stared at the wall, and gave it a long thought. ***The fortieth floor was different from the fourteenth floor. It was quieter. There were fewer people, and the light came from recessed panels, giving everything a classy glow. Jonathan's assistant, a young man named Daniel with a necktie, walked me down the corridor and knocked twice on an open door. "Ms. Penelope is here," he announced, stepping aside. I walked in and Jonathan stood beside his desk. He held a pen in his hand, and a document lay open in front of him, but he wasn’t looking at it. He was watching me the moment I crossed the threshold. "Close the do
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