It was impossible not to notice when a figure follows you into a lift.
This time, a man in a suit blue pinstripe, red tie, the uniform of a stereotypical stockbroker. At first, I didn’t know who it was until he pressed the lift button for the same floor. The stranger was going to Douglas’s floor, to my office.
I studied the man from the corner of my eye …
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