No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.         … And the Elders watched, and listened to the silence ….   Michaelia darted between two cabs, up the stairs, through the turnstiles and onto the train platform, running late as usual because her high-society, richer-than-Donald-Trump boss has his own driver and no clue about train schedules. She bumped past two hand-holding lovebirds who were taking their own god-loving sweet-ass time getting on the train. As she bounced on her toes, hoping to shove through the train’s doors before they closed, she had the uncomfortable sweating, breathless feeling from the run, even if it was a late cold gray February afternoon. She found her seat just as the train started to move, averting her eyes from the young couple she nearly mowed down.
