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082: Planting seeds

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Leon's POV

The office I used for meetings like this one was not my main office. My main office was on the fourteenth floor, glass walls, city view, my name on the directory outside the door. This one was on the third floor, small and unremarkable, used by visiting consultants and anyone who needed a room that did not appear on the regular booking calendar.

I arrived first. I sat with my jacket on and my phone face-down on the table.

The man who came in at exactly three o'clock was named Dennis
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