MAYA
Dominic was either the bravest man I'd ever met or the most stupid. Either way, I couldn't let him fall alone.
The protesters started three blocks from Chen Technologies Tower. Signs bobbed above heads like angry flags.
“JUSTICE FOR WORKERS”. “CHEN = MURDERER”. Their chants echoed off glass buildings.
"Shame! Shame! Shame!"
I pulled my coat tighter and kept walking. A news van was parked at the corner.
"That's Maya Sullivan!" someone shouted.
Cameras swung toward me. Microphones thrust forward.
"Ms. Sullivan, are you selling to Senator Morrison?"
I pushed through without answering. Security recognized me, and opened the barrier.
The lobby was chaotic. Employees hurried past with boxes. The reception desk was empty. Abandoned coffee cups sat on the counter, still steaming.
