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CHAPTER FORTY TWO The File

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Liam's POV

Marcus arrives at the George V at four in the afternoon.

He does not call ahead. He does not need to. Marcus has been my assistant for eleven years and there is a specific rhythm to the way he moves when he is bringing me something he does not want to send electronically, and I have known since that evening I gave him certain instructions that whenever the rhythm arrived, it would arrive without warning.

I open the door.

He is carrying a leather folder under his arm.

Not a large folde
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