Claire sat alone at a dimly lit bar on the east side of the city, nursing her third vodka tonic and trying to forget the past few months of her life; she had been fired from Petersons International, humiliated in front of the entire office, exposed as a corporate spy and escorted out by security like a common criminal. The raise Jackson had given her, the arrangement they had made, all of it had meant nothing in the end, and now she was unemployed, broke, and filled with a rage that burned ...