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what you were looking for?” he asked, his voice flat.

“I was just moving your bag so I could sit down,” I said, stepping back toward my armchair.

Julian picked up the briefcase by its handle, his fingers tightening around the leather grip.

“I should keep this locked,” he said. “There are some sensitive business agreements in here.”

“Of course,” I said,continue reading …