A shadow remained sheltered from the silence inside the Lux Ad Worx building, hidden in the gloom of one of the distant cubicles. It wasn't his.
Stalking is a regulatory measure that must lack obviousness.
It was already eight-thirty, there was no one else. Every employee, client, or individual had returned to their respective homes since seven-thirty, except for one in particular.
The problem could be solved and relegated to another occasion, of course, if the table had not begun to wobble so abruptly. The curtain was about to fall, it was up to him to keep everything from being exposed now.
Power demands sacrifices; a wise lesson from Madd. He had instructed her well after all and it was time to prove it.
He ended up returning the call to Pixis, if he was going to "clean" things, he
