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The man smiled. “You’re Ashly Anderson. You process information like a firewall. You’ve memorized the seating chart of every boardroom in your company. You know which execs are having affairs, which ones are about to be fired, and which ones are stealing from petty cash. You’ve been keeping a private log for three years.”

She was relieved.

But as she walked to her car in the empty parking lot, she was already thinking. Not about the offer. Not about the man. But about the fact that he’d known her name. Her system. Her Tuesday night. ashly anderson

Ashly stood up. She tucked the envelope into her purse, the business card into her jacket pocket. The man smiled