“He deleted his wife from the guest list because she was ‘too ordinary’. He had no clue she secretly owned everything he called his
The lights of Harbor City stretched endlessly beneath the glass walls of the Orion Financial Tower, a grid of streets and waterlines glittering like circuitry below. Inside Miles Redwood’s corner office, that view always looked like confirmation.
Confirmation that he had made it.
Confirmation that the life he’d chosen—sharp, streamlined, expensive—was correct.
Miles stood in front of the full-length mirror near his desk, adjusting the cuff of his tailored jacket, rehearsing the version of himself he intended to present to the world that night.
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