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... at the head of the polished table, nursing a headache that felt like a blacksmith was hammering a horseshoe directly behind his left eye. He squinted at the silver coffee pot. Even the reflection on the sterling seemed loud.
He pulled his watch from his waistcoat.
Click. He opened it.
Twelve-thirty-one.
"She is late," Rowan muttered to the empty room. "One minute late. I can fire her for that. Breach of contract. Lateness. Insolence."
He felt a surge of t ...
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