Chapter 21Privacy in a technologically advanced society is an illusion, most of the time.
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The door clicked shut and Scarlett counted.
One.
She needed to make sure he was far enough away before she got to work.
Two.
She wouldn't put it past him to listen for a few seconds just to see what she was up to.
Three.
Neil had made it clear he was involved in everything that was going on somehow.
Four.
She also wanted to give her vision a chance to adjust to the darkness.
Five.
But mostly, she counted to give herself time to calm down so she wouldn't grab the nearest g*n and chase after him.
Scarlett sucked in a deep breath and held it. When her lungs started to burn, she let it out with an audible sigh. Goddammit I hate that sonofabitch.
The silence of the apartment pressed in
