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“I’m not a stranger,” I replied, sliding a thin, black card from my pocket. “I’m the man Renata hired.”

She laughed, a sound that reminded me of a wind chime in a summer storm. “No, Private. It’s the beginning of a new story— one where the only thing we keep private is our humanity.” Private.24.07.04.Barbie.Rous.And.Renata.Fox.Gon...

“Barbie Rous,” she corrected, as if the answer were a piece of a puzzle I should have already known. “She’s not a toy. She’s a woman— a former intelligence operative who went rogue after a mission went south. She took something valuable… something I need.” “I’m not a stranger,” I replied, sliding a

Barbie examined the card, then glanced at the briefcase. “She wants it safe, not gone. She’s playing a dangerous game.” It’s the beginning of a new story— one

“What did she take?”

I nodded. “And you?”