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After work was over, Lora felt more at home in the greater Las Vegas. That place was starting to feel like home. The black glass building where he worked, the clubs on the Strip where he passed until he reached the apartment, the streets always busy with cars and people. The mixed scents of luxury and urbanism are no longer new. Finally, she was adjusting to the chaos.

She got out of the taxi in front of the building where she lived. Looking at the building, so tall it seemed to reach the sky, she thought she might be getting used to the idea of living so well for the first time in many, many years.

The woman would be delighted at the idea of having friends, going out drinking and dancing, living in a good place with her friend and being able to enjoy a normal life. No neglectful and abusive parents, no harassing bosses and misogynistic men, no financial hardship, and most importantly, no lies.

Lora was in a trance, looking up and imagining a thousand chances. There was no reason to s