Shattered Keys And Silent Revenge
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The day after the locks were changed, I posted a message in the company-wide Slack channel.
“If anyone needs a spare key to the penthouse, please come see me directly.”
When my phone screen lit up, I was staring blankly at the steaming water in the clawfoot tub, precisely 98 degrees. The message from the intern felt like a needle pressed into my pupil.
“Hey Oliver, Serena actually gave me a spare key a few days ago. She said it would make things more efficient.”
Efficient? The corner of my mouth twitched. My gaze drifted to the bowl of slow-simmered beef consommé on the nightstand, still…
