Name No One Man

The fence that marked the border of Renaud’s estate came into view, tipped with elegant spear points and bearing the requisite lightning bolt symbols at intervals—the warning he gave to ensure everyone would know his home was not to be trifled with. The car stopped at his front gate, and the back window lowered beside him. A camera pivoted, the facial recognition software identifying him with a chirrup.

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Homecoming

“Aren’t you embarrassed?” Asked the blonde news anchor of Wake Up! Waterloo. “I’m sorry?” Sarah asked, running her hands down the front of her smart gray suit. That question hadn’t been on the list her publicist had sent over.

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