Chapter Ten
Berlin, August – 1960
It was mid-August and the heat of the Berlin summer had drained her, but that wasn't why she felt like this.
She knew. She just knew.
The past few weeks had been a whirlwind; dinner parties with high-ranking State Security officials, drinks with members of the government. Influential people came and went in her orbit. She would smile sweetly, make small talk and listen and remember. Then, when the night was done, Ulrich would drop her off at home and then plead that he had urgent business back at the office. A lie, but in truth she didn't care. She knew that his mistresses were waiting for him. She was glad to be away from him. These days, she viewed the life and career of Ulrich Vogel to be nothing more than a job; he was a target to be exploited.
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