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Guest Of Honor

The goon moved, and she saw him. Mr. Monzoon was an old, portly man no more than 5’7, sitting behind a large mahogany desk, in a red velvet wingback chair. He reminded her of a mob boss. 

The room stunk of expensive cigar smoke. She saw him roll one in his mouth. 

“Come in. Gino, Move. The guest of honor has finally arrived.”

“Mr. Monzoon.” He greeted him.

Mr. Monzoon stood and shook Geo's extended hand.

“And who is this doll face?” He asked as he looked Carolina up and down.

“This is Carolina,” Geo explained.

“A pleasure to meet you.” Mr. Monzoon directed his attention to her.

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