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Springing the Trap
Jay, in the passenger’s seat, unbuckled his seatbelt. “We’ve been over this. I’ll be fine.” He chewed his lower lip for a moment, then leaned across the centre console, reaching out to turn Sebastian’s face toward him. “We pull this off, and it’s all over. The job’s done.”
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Crisis Management
“She leaked it!” Jay snarled, without looking up from his phone. “She leaked her own fucking show!”
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The Approach
Jay owned exactly one suit, which he’d thought was fairly decent until he met Moran—who, at present, was locked into a disapproving orbit around Jay as he stood in front of the room’s full-length mirror, dressed in his shirt and trousers.
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Field Reconnaissance
They slid into one of the booths, heads bent close together. Jay stabbed a straw viciously through the lid of his tea and said, “I want to kill her. Can we kill her?”
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Crossed Paths
His appointment was booked for 4:30 PM. The receptionist had sternly told him not to be late. Jay proceeded to show up at 4:15, only to sit in the stuffy, overheated waiting room for the next forty-five minutes until they finally sent him to an examination room. There, he’d waited for another ten minutes before the doctor showed up.