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was slightly loose. The heavy dark bags under his eyes betrayed the undeniable fact that he had not slept a single minute since the country club disaster.

He gestured to the two empty chairs on his right. Sit down, he commanded attempting to project his usual booming authority. The private caterers have prepared an exceptional meal for us. We took our continue reading …