Grace was waiting outside the restaurant texting as Allegra arrived at Fat Rice. They’d just said hello when a couple exited the restaurant and practically ran over them.

“Ms. Makaidi,” said a husky male voice. “I’ve been meaning to call you.” Before Grace had a chance to even return his greeting, he continued. “We’re getting the runaround from customs on a shipment of goods to the Tokyo store. I need you to find out what’s going on. The man looked at Grace as if he expected her to start work immediately.

He’s certainly full of himself, Allegra thought. “Do you mind?” she said in her best grown-up voice. “My lawyer and I were about to have lunch.”

The man turned to her then and looked at her for the first time, irrit...

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