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... as supposed to meet was already there, sitting like he hadn’t just kept me waiting.
Typical.
"Sorry I’m late," he said, flashing a too-white smile. "Got caught up downstairs."
I didn’t care. We shook hands, exchanged a few pleasantries, and got down to business. Fast. I wasn’t in the mood for small talk. The deal closed easily enough─ some partnership agreement, mutual benefits, the usual corporate dance dressed up in nightlight and alcohol.
By the time I leaned b ...
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