“Kala? Why are you still up? I told you not to wait.”
“I know.”
He loosened his tie and kicked off his shoes.
At thirty-five, Thain was still the sort of man people noticed immediately.
Tall.
Fit.
Expensive haircut.
Confident smile.
He had recently appeared in several business publications because of the technology company he had built, and lately he had begun behaving like he believed every flattering sentence ever written about him.
“I’m exhausted,” he said. “I’m going to shower.”
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