The Midnight Train: Part One
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Carla Haven stared at the glowing numbers on her monitor until they blurred into meaningless streaks of light. Another fourteen-hour day in the finance department of Meridian Capital. Her fingers ached from typing projections that no one would read until the quarterly meeting, and her neck throbbed from holding the same posture while her boss barked orders through speakerphone. At twenty-eight she had the corner desk, the respectable salary, and the creeping sense that this was all there would ever be.
