Chapter Eight
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CHAPTER EIGHT

They were required to wait for an hour on another sofa ten times more expensive than Linda's.

It could've been exquisitely gold. But it wasn't. It was white but not like Linda's plain white.

It was dove white with the decoration of two turtledoves.

Tony recognized the emblem.

“That's how it's done,” Linda said, relaxing her back on the couch, her arms resting on the side of the sofa's arm.

Someone walked out the door, a female dressed rather too skimpy. But she bowed to Linda and she nodded back, still relaxed.

“He needs time to prepare himself for every meeting,” her voice came up sharply.

Tony surely must have heard stranger things. The world outside the mountains was really a different world.

What did she mean by ‘he needs time to prepare himself?” Time to prepare himself for what? Was he going to run a marathon?

The questions racked his brain.

What sort of preparation would take a whole hour?

He met Cassie's eyes and he could read the weariness in it.

He felt pity
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