Barbara’s smile was a thin line, more threat than invitation. “You have a reputation for being… thorough. I need it before the Syndicate realizes it’s missing. And I need someone who can move in the shadows, someone who can slip through their doors unnoticed.”
“Exactly,” Barbara replied, sliding the paper toward Kira. “They don’t forgive anything. That’s why they’re so eager to keep this hidden. And that’s why I need you.”
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Kira let the silence stretch, the rain outside a steady percussion against the window. “What’s in it for me?”