Chapter 26
Several days had passed since the printer room and I was still thinking about it. Not obsessively, not in the way that interfered with the work or compromised the careful performance of normalcy that this building required of me every morning. More the way you thought about something that had settled into a permanent position in your understanding of a person, quietly and without announcement, changing the shape of what you knew without drawing attention to the changing. What I had seen in Caden's face in that half second before the composure returned had not been what I expected to find underneath the polished executive architecture of him. I had expected control. I had expected the specific coldness of someone who had learned to need nothing. What I had found instead was something I rec
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