Mr. Fleischer was answering a mind-numbing list of questions from the auditor when his secretary peeked into the office. "Excuse me, sir. Which office is Marilyn waiting in?"
"The Napoleon room."
She frowned. "Sir, no one is in that room."
Before Mr. Fleischer could respond, the lights flickered and went out.
Then the fire alarm began to wail.
The sprinklers kicked on three seconds later.
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Saving Face
FantasyThere's no place like home. For Sarah, home is the body she grew up in, and she's gone far too often. In a near future where the renting of human bodies is possible, Sarah is a top model. She spends most of her time shuffling between temporary bod...
