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Between Floors
Nora wanted one true sentence out before the doors opened.
Upstairs, the merger draft had stalled on a clause both sides were calling continuity. Ben had said it was standard. Hana had smiled in the way that files a disagreement for later. Counsel had taken the stairs and called it exercise. Ben had stopped for his phone at the landing. The elevator held only Nora and Hana. Their badges were still warm from the readers. The floor numbers above the door had the blank look of a machine that might not bother.
"Your continuity," Hana said, "is a list of people you would like permission to lose."
Nora had a smoother reply from the prep, about roles rather than faces. It would have carried her to the lobby with nothing spilled. She let it go.
"If we leave