What Success CostOn Monday Klaus read Clause 9 three times before moving the exhibition leaflet out from beneath the contract. A coffee stain marked one corner. He smoothed it with his thumb, remembering Thaís’s bracelets against his wrist, then put it safely in the notebook. The clause had not changed.
Sunday Belonged to SomebodyBy Sunday morning, Natalia had filled her notebook with references from the channel. In Marcus’s suite she set it on the glass table, then raised the temperature setting and put it back. I’m cold. He likes it this way. He continued his call while she stood at the window, watching him in the reflection until she lost track of the traffic below.
