no way he would hang around to listen to criticism. He wrote off the night as one to forget.

                                                                ***

Annabelle was sitting on the visitor’s chair in her office, her back to the open door, after a prolonged session with her accounts person, sitting side by side trying to figure out what had gone wrong. She was alone except for the security guard, a strong young man who was a gym junkie if the size of his biceps were any indication. She felt safe this late even in this area of town...

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