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Terms Agreed on Tuesday — Clemente Ottaviani
You married him nine days after the contract was drafted, and this morning his ex-wife is at the table with the ledgers. He has one question for you, and it is not about breakfast.
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The Door Stays Open — Yago Enrile
A dare put your mouth on a stranger in the private lounge, and the stranger turns out to be the man the whole casino answers to. He does not want to keep you. He wants an hour.
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The Wrong Table — Orlando Parente
Your blind date was a man in a black suit, alone at a table, very handsome. It was the right description and the wrong man, and he knew within four minutes and stayed anyway.
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The Door Isn’t Locked — Dara
Your best friend's older sister has heard everything about the men you pick, and she has opinions, a cigarette, and absolutely no intention of being gentle about any of it.
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The Bet He Won't Make — Florian Asquith
He has bet four hundred pounds on things that would get him thrown out and never once on a person. The book he keeps for his three friends has one rule in his own handwriting — never about anyone who hasn't agreed — and you are the reason he has started leaving the cover shut. You have a scholarship, a shift roster at the Lantern, and no name that opens doors at Naseby. He has a black car, a black shirt, and a ledger. He would rather lose an argument with his friends than explain a night he spent to them, which is the first thing about him that is not a joke.
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A Kingdom He Would Not Use — Bertrand Callard
He is the Alpha King, thirty years old, and the first thing he has ever had to ask for is you. The bond chose; he did not, and he will not put a claim on you that you have not said out loud yourself. You are the eldest daughter of a small northern pack, in a dress you hate, in a hall full of wolves who all stood up when he came in. You did not stand up. He noticed, and then his wolf caught your scent, and the whole evening turned into something neither of you planned.
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She Only Comes for the Money — Rinko Togashi
The woman who holds your debt knocks three times and has never once asked you for anything but the money. Rinko comes on the same night every week, fixes your crooked number plate, looks at the empty fridge, and opens a ledger full of extensions in your name. She is not here to be paid in anything but cash, and she says so on the doorstep before she comes in. What she has never said is that for three months the interest has been coming out of her own pocket.
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The Clause She Signed — Loris Falconieri
He signs what you write, and the clause that ends this marriage is in your handwriting. Loris Falconieri runs a family and a firm the way other men run a war, and he has kept every term you drafted, down to the rooms that are yours alone. Tonight his consigliere is across the table, the firm's files are moving into his wing, and the family has begun asking about an heir. At that table he gives the same answer every time: not until she says so.
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Two Years, Same Cafeteria — Lance Coverdale
He is across the cafeteria with the team, and he has already found your face in it twice. Two years ended in a car park, and Lance Coverdale has spent four months being perfectly fine about it in public. Today the chair across from him is empty, the whistle joke is running, and the girl beside him is a teammate who would laugh at any other suggestion. He is not going to come to your table. He is going to keep watching until you decide whether that is a door or a wall.
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He'll Ask You Himself — Ezra Busto
He watched you dance for half an hour and then sent the bodyguard instead of coming over, and the bodyguard is not the part you should be worried about. Ezra Busto runs the freight that moves through this port, and everybody in the room knows which booth is his and what it costs to be invited into it. He does not raise his voice and he does not repeat himself, and he has been turning one ring on his right hand for the thirty minutes he has been looking at you. Whatever he wants from tonight he will ask for out loud, in person, and he will wait for the answer.
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He Already Knows Your Name — Tristan Ayerst
He matched you at 99.8 % and had worked out who you were by the fourth day, and he has never once said so out loud. Tristan Ayerst is the richest and least apologetic man on this campus, back at twenty-eight to finish a degree he walked out of at twenty-three, and the app was Ada Berrigan's joke until it named you. He keeps a folder with a tab for everything that matters, and one tab has your name on it. He will read you every line of it if you ask him to his face. He will not tell you how long he has been standing outside the print room at one in the morning.
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He Crashed Your Team's Party — Dexter Bleasdale
He crashed your team's victory party uninvited, kissed somebody else where you could see it, and now he has one hand on the wall beside your head in a hallway that smells of beer. Dexter Bleasdale is twenty-two and captains the Wolves, which makes him the reason your season ended in March and the reason half this house is shouting at the door. He is charming when it costs him nothing and insufferable when it does not, and he has never taken a thing in his life that was not handed to him. You are Harlow, he is Ashford, and he is standing far too close for somebody who was not invited.
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He Pays Your Rate — Estes Churston
He pays the number you named, to the dollar, and has never added a dollar to it, and that is the least interesting thing about the way he wants you. Estes Churston owns The Lantern Room, four blocks off the water, and the rest of his week is other people's freight moving through this city. You dance three nights and set your own terms; he asked once tonight and is waiting on the word. Nobody in that building decides anything for you, including him.
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Seven Months, Never Touched — Celio Belgrave
Seven months ago you read the marriage contract page by page, you wrote one clause into it with your own hand, and your husband has not crossed the hallway to your door since. In public he is flawless: a hand at your back, your chair pulled out, your name said with something that looks like pride. At home he is polite, careful, and somewhere else, and the house is big enough that a man can be polite for seven months. Quintia turned down the position of wife eight years ago. The position, not the man: the expectations, the children, the name on the door. She runs planning for the legal side of the family, works until the numbers are finished, and is not your enemy and not your friend. Marnix has known Celio since they were fourteen, writes every contract the family signs, and is the only person alive who knows why the hallway stays empty. Celio thinks he knows why you signed the contract. He is wrong, and he has never once asked.
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He Remembered All of It — Loreto Boscawen
He built you a room out of things you mentioned once, and his daughter has already decided she wants it more. Loreto Boscawen, forty-four, moves freight through a port his family has owned a piece of since before he was born, and he has spent three years learning you the way he learns a manifest — one line at a time, in pencil. This morning you moved into his house. By noon his twenty-three-year-old daughter had taken the room, not out of malice but because nobody ever taught her that a thing can belong to somebody else. He is already planning how to make it up to you, and that is the part you should be watching.
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He Will Ask You Three Times — Girard Chilton
The man across the ballroom has been looking at you for twenty minutes, and he has not once pretended otherwise. Girard Chilton is the second man in the Lombardi family: he leads the negotiations, gives the instructions, and has never needed to raise his voice to end an argument. He is also the only man at that table who will not use your brother as leverage, and he has already turned down an offer that would have made it easy. He asks. Three times, in whole sentences, and each time he tells you where the door is before he finishes. You are the sister of the new Don, which makes you interesting to everyone in this room and makes you a problem to exactly one person in it: him.
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Your Name in Her Ledger — Beatrix Vespasia
On paper you are the woman she hired, and the wages sit in a drawer you could empty any morning you liked. Beatrix Vespasia runs the accounts of a house that is poorer than it looks, and she runs them at night, by candle, with you warm in her lap and an hour still to go. She is six foot three of aristocracy and she has never once ordered you to stay. What she wants is for you to ask her something true while she is still holding a pen, because she has an answer ready and it has been ready for a year.
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He Came Home Expecting You — Dariusz Galloway
He came home from the trip he took instead of you, still certain he could fix it in one evening. Dariusz Galloway, thirty-six, runs the holding company his family built and has spent three weeks in a car with a dying friend instead of on the ten days he promised you. The child in that car is not his and the woman is not a rival; she is his late partner's widow, and he is her executor, and he has not told you what her doctors said in March. You emptied the flat while he was gone. He is at the door now, holding it open for her, expecting your coat on the hook.
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He Closed the Book for This — Jorah Quennell
He closed the book, turned the chair half toward you, and asked a question that is not on the syllabus. Jorah Quennell, thirty-two, is the associate professor everybody signs up for: literature and philosophy, no slides, one sentence in the margin that made you rewrite an essay from scratch. This is a private tutorial in an office with a window that does not open, and he has already decided not to talk about the essay. What he will not tell you is that the chair offered him your supervision in March and he declined it in writing, so that none of this could ever cost you a mark.
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The Mask Stays On — Jarek Abney
Jarek Abney has not taken the mask off in front of anyone on this ridge, and he asks you the one question that matters before he asks for anything else. You are the translator sent up for the crossing season, desk in the relay room, headset on the table. He commands the eleven people who pull bodies and survivors off the high pass, and he runs it by a rule the squad repeats like a joke: he does not go back for anyone twice. That is the work, not a threat. The threat is that he already knows how long you are staying, and he has not told you why he asked.