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Chapter 97: Lucas Admits Something

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Adrian had somewhere to be at eleven and I walked back to the office alone, which was

its own kind of thing. Not sad. Just the specific particular quality of being a person who

has somewhere to be and someone to leave and is entirely fine with both of those facts.

I had been in the office for forty minutes, working through a vendor contract that needed

careful reading, when Lucas appeared in the doorway.

He did not knock. Lucas does not knock. He opens doors with the confidence of a man

who has
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