Chapter 11 · free to read
Nine words. He has the door logs. I had eleven minutes, and I spent four of them finishing a column.
I told myself the column mattered. Four minutes. I have been an accountant long enough to price four minutes exactly.
They did not take her out of the building. There was no need to. It took less time than the cigarette she had left burning upstairs.
Second ledger, entry five. It is the first one I wrote in my own name.
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