Novels by Zaynzee

“Harold, I can explain the account—”Gordon’s voice cracked through Tessa’s open line, and then the call on his end went dead. On the projector, he stared at his phone for one long second. Then he shoved it into his pocket and pushed through the lobby doors so hard that one of them banged against the wall.Tessa stood alone in the middle of the marble floor. Raymond spoke to her too quietly for the phone to catch, and she answered with a few words Evan couldn’t hear. Then she tipped her head back, looked straight up into the camera, and gave one small nod.“Bro,” Marcus whispered, clutching the popcorn pot. “She’s so cool.”Evan couldn’t answer through the tightness in his throat.A few minutes later, the front door opened. Tessa walked in, kicked off her heels, and sat down on the floor beside him without a word. Up close, her hands were shaking in her lap.Evan held out the popcorn pot. She took a handful and didn’t eat it.“Four hundred thousand dollars,” she murmured, staring at t

“Mr. Hale?” Raymond’s voice crackled through the intercom again. “Should I send him up?”Evan’s finger was still hovering over the button. He pulled it back.If he spoke into that speaker, Gordon would hear every syllable at the front desk, and it would count as a meeting. He wasn’t giving that man one word for free.Before he could think of another way, Tessa reached past his shoulder and pressed the button herself.“Don’t send him up, Raymond.” Her voice was calm and clear. “I’m coming down.”She was already pulling on her coat. Evan caught her arm without thinking.“You don’t have to go down there,” he said.Tessa looked down at his hand on her sleeve, then up at his face. “You can’t go down there, can you? Not without losing the bonus.”“No.” His voice came out low. “So take your phone, and leave the call open in your coat pocket. If he lays one finger on you, I’m coming down, and I don’t care what it costs.”“Two million dollars, Evan.”“Watch me.”Something flickered across her

“Bro, there’s a bed in here,” Marcus whispered. “There was no bed in here.”Evan came up behind him and stopped in the doorway.An hour ago, the master bedroom had been bare walls and wooden floor. Now a huge bed with white sheets stood against the far wall, and thick gray curtains blocked out half the morning light. In the corner, a striped hammock hung between two wooden posts.A small card sat on one of the pillows. Evan crossed the room and picked it up with fingers that weren’t quite steady.You’re welcome. Sleep in. —HHe read it twice while the back of his neck prickled.Quick footsteps clicked down the hall behind them. Vanessa came around the corner with her tablet and stopped so fast that her heels squeaked on the floor. Her stylus slipped out of her hand and bounced across the boards.“That room was empty.” Her voice came out high and thin. “I did the walkthrough myself at seven this morning.”She swiped through the listing photos on her tablet with a shaking finger and hel

“Late twice, and you’re out. That’s the rule, Hale.”The drill had gone quiet. Mr. Petrov stood in the doorway of apartment 1A with the power drill hanging from one hand and a ring of new keys in the other. Evan stopped in the hallway with the gray mission window still hanging in front of him, and he waved it away.“You can’t just change the locks,” Evan shot back, his hands curling into fists.“I already did.” Petrov jerked his chin toward the curb. “The bed and the couch stay with me until I get the two months you owe.”Above them, two neighbors leaned over the stairwell railing. The guy from 3B had his phone out and was filming.Heat climbed up Evan’s neck, and his heart started to pound. He felt every bit of it. Then the noise in his head went quiet, like a room when someone switches off a fan, and he could think.“That’s Calm Under Pressure,” Hammock murmured. “It doesn’t make you less angry. It just stops the anger from doing your thinking.”Evan opened his fists himself. He nee

“Mr. Hale, Ms. Hartwell is ready for you,” Diane Cho announced, holding open a glass door on the thirtieth floor. “Please don’t be nervous. She only bites people who lie to her.”Evan’s hand went to his shirt cuff, where a small brown spot of syrup from the diner had dried. He tucked the cuff under his sleeve and followed her in.Three hours ago, Diane had been a name on an email he sent from a diner booth. Now she was walking him into a room with glass walls on three sides and the whole city spread out below. Six people in sharp suits sat around a long table. Tessa had driven him here and was waiting in the lobby with her planner on her knees.“You’ve survived worse,” Hammock offered. “You survived Gordon’s tie.”At the head of the table sat a woman in her sixties with a silver bob and reading glasses hanging from a thin chain. Without smiling, she pointed at the empty chair across from her, and Evan sat.“Margaret Hartwell.” She folded her hands on the table. “Diane tells me you’re

“I’ve called you eleven times, Hale,” Gordon snapped, striding down the aisle. “Do you know what kind of morning I’ve had?”He dropped into the booth beside Tessa without asking. The cushion creaked under his weight, and Tessa slid toward the window until her shoulder hit the glass.Gordon looked at her, and his eyebrows pulled together. “Why aren’t you at your desk?”“Why are you here?” Tessa’s voice came out thin, and then her eyes widened. “You followed my car.”Gordon didn’t answer her. He turned back to Evan and leaned his elbows on the table. A smear of red lipstick sat on his white collar, in the same shade Chloe always wore.“I need the password to your backup folder,” Gordon barked, “and I need it now.”Evan opened his mouth out of six years of habit, and then he closed it again himself. He had a plan, and the plan had no room for one word to this man.“Smart,” Hammock murmured. “For the record, the bonus counts nodding, and it counts blinking in Morse code. But you already k