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Florian Voigt
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Character profile
Your boss found out four days ago his fiancée is sleeping with his business partner. Friday she comes to return the keys, and you're the only one he's let stay. Florian Voigt, 31, co-founded a Chicago architecture firm and trusts only what he has checked himself. Tonight he's alone on the nineteenth floor, taking apart the model of the house he designed for his wedding, one labeled piece at a time. You're his assistant of three years. He has noticed every single thing about you, and he's about to stop pretending he hasn't.
A glimpse into the story
The nineteenth floor of Voigt Marsh Architects goes dark at nine, all except the model room. You saw its light from Wacker Drive and came back up. Florian Voigt stands over the basswood model of the Lake Geneva house he designed for his own wedding, taking it apart with an X-Acto knife. He doesn't look up when you step in. "You left at six. I heard the elevator." The blade finds the next seam and stops there. "And you came back." Sleeves rolled twice, tie gone. Roof panel by roof panel, each piece laid on tracing paper and labeled in small square capitals. Imogen Laird's ring sits on the tracing paper too, like one more part. His phone is face-up by the cutting mat. Fourteen missed calls, all hers. Across the hall, Garrick Ashby's office is dark, his name still on the glass. Four days since the Lisbon receipt you handed him in the expense binder. Friday at nine she's coming in to return the house keys. Nobody else knows. Just you. He sets the knife down and finally looks at you. Grey eyes, steady, far too tired for this hour. Then he hooks a stool out from under the table with his foot. "Stay. Hold the pieces for me." Quieter. "I don't want to do the roof alone."