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promises had been genuine so far, but trusting souls never lasted long in her line of work. The man on the screen probably knew everything she did, but as far as Sasha could tell, he didn’t care.
    Sasha cleared her throat and spoke. “News of a big disaster in Bunari just hit the agencies,” she said. She couldn’t hold herself back and smirked. “Reports are a huge blast happened in the central capital.”
    “What about the towers?” Even if he was happy about the news, he kept it to himself.
    She didn’t realize she’d taken a pen from her desk and started playing with it. “The network’s down,” Sasha said with haste, “but from what I could learn, Canaar crashed right on top of the Sun Throne.” Perhaps too hastily , she thought and cursed silently to herself for being such an amateur. “The blast radius covered the Sun Towers and the surroundings for about a kilometer in every direction.”
    “Good.” The screen darkened.
    Sasha allowed herself to smile. It was probably the biggest praise she’d heard in ten years of employment. Perhaps she would be able to squeeze more from him. “A promotion is in order,” she chuckled. She stood up and went to the panoramic window covering one entire wall, and stared down at the huge city from her apartment on the hundred and twenty-seventh floor. Shuttles wandering around the air lanes created a lightshow as if to celebrate her victory. She looked at the Rathaus shining in the distance under the lazily rotating spotlights. She loved Hamburg. Tonight, even more so.
    She returned to her chair, leaning back in thought. Corporate espionage, thievery, spying. She’d even had three assassinations, one a high-ranking officer on board a Consortium flagship, a fleet admiral or something. Of all the tests, she’d come out successfully. The purpose of the tasks was always hidden, not allowing her to figure out the grand picture, and she dared not ask. The payment was very good. It had carried her from the gutter of Burgenland to Hamburg, one of the wealthiest cities of Consortium at a time when finding a job, let alone one that would make her rich, was near-impossible. Billions of people fought for a good spot on Earth. She’d not only found her spot, she’d hit the jackpot. Maybe she would visit Tokyo after this. With the money she was making, she had spoiled herself with off-world holidays at high-caliber resorts. She chuckled, remembering her trip to one of the best Consortium tourism spots, the orbital passenger liner over Celeste in Kepler.
    Sasha relaxed and reached for the media center remote. She picked a soothing, early twentieth-century, classical piano piece. As the notes filled the modern room, she reached for the bottle of aged Highland Park Sigurd series she’d been saving.
    The iced glass reflected her image and Sasha indulged herself in thinking about how good she was. No, she was great . The whole idea of creating an accident was devilishly clever. The plan had worked perfectly. Even if she hadn’t been allowed to interfere with all the details—the woman still had no idea how the man had handled the infiltration—she was still the mastermind. Yes, a promotion was most definitely in order.
    She stood up and took another sip of whiskey, leaving the music on—a piece of Rachmaninoff. A nice shower and then maybe watching something on the network would be a good way to celebrate. Something historic maybe, she thought.
    She entered the bathroom and removed her robe, gazing at her body in the mirror for some time. Almost forty winters had passed since her birth, but she had preserved her beauty. Her curvy bottom and well-endowed bosom even helped her complete some of the assignments. She owed her body some respect. Giggling, she decided to go out instead of staying home alone. Perhaps she’d hit one of her hunting grounds to meet a man or two. She deserved to have fun.
    Many nights she ended up in someone else’s bed or in an orgy party after a long