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CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE LOBBY AND THE THIRTY-SECOND FLOOR
Author: VAEZ
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"You've been sitting here for three hours."

"I've been working. There's a difference."

Lara stood in front of him with a coffee cup in each hand and the specific expression of someone who had spent the last three hours trying not to think about the man sitting in her company's lobby and had failed consistently at it. She held one of the cups out. He took it without looking up from the interface hovering at the edge of his vision.

"You look like you're staring at nothing," she said, dropping int
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