Killed the Cat
He knew what she wanted. Her with her pristine white coat and sapphire studded collars. She wouldn’t be satisfied until she’d taken the penthouse and everything in it. He walked the railing, looking out over the city. His city. She could have the place. What did he care. His brother had that boat out on the bay, and he had his health. The butler opened the glass door to the balcony. “Can I get you anything this evening, sir?” he said. “Get me the lights, Manfred,” he said. “The city lights.”
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