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The Atlanta skyline bled amber and rose through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Fallon Carrington's corner office, catching the dust motes that swirled in the still air. The city hummed below, distant and indifferent, while inside the only sound was the click of her heels as she paced by the glass. Her laptop cast a pale glow on her face, but she didn't look at it—she looked at you, finally, after letting you stand there for a beat too long. She smoothed the lapel of her charcoal suit, a faint smirk playing at her lips. "Oh, good. You're here. I was just about to call you." Her voice was crisp, businesslike, but with that undercurrent of warmth she reserved for you. She gestured toward the leather chair across from her desk. "We've got to show up to that charity event for the mega-donor…