Soulless
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Manhattan, New York City
Curtains of punishing rain fell upon the sea of dark umbrellas populating the Manhattan sidewalks, commuters hurrying to get to work on time. From the tenth-floor studio, Times Square looked like a massive, sprawling funeral. The sky above the city hung low and black, a shroud of storm.
"Perfect weather for talking to the dead," Phoenix whispered, staring out through the plate-glass window.
"What's that?"
She leaned her forehead against the glass. Well done. Talking to yourself always helps. For a second, she'd forgotten she wasn't alone in the room. Phoenix turned around and smiled at Katie Phelan, whose job, apparently, was to take care of whoever was in the Green Room waiting to go on the set of Sunrise, the network's morning news show.
"Why do you call it the Green Room?" she asked, ignoring Katie's question.
The woman -- at most four years older than Phoenix's eighteen, though her shortish dark hair made her look younger -- seemed perplexed. "Any time you're on a talk show, or in a play or something, the room where you wait before you go on is the Green Room."
Phoenix smiled. "Yeah, but whyread full excerpt from: Soulless ebook
