“Dr. Gascon?” I looked up to see Brandon's driver standing behind me. “Mr. McClean asked me to drive you back to the hotel or anywhere you would like to go,” he said politely. I thought about blowing him off and just calling my assistant Freddie, but decided against it. There was no reason to make this man's life miserable. So I nodded and allowed myself to be driven back to the hotel. But as I stepped out of the car, I saw John's smallish frame lurking about. I tried to avoid him but he had already seen me. “Dr. Gascon!” I rolled my eyes and flashed him a smile, pretending that I was pleased to see him. “Hi, John.” “You don't have to pretend that you're happy to see me, Salma. We are past that.” “What is it you need this time?” I asked him. “Why don't we have breakfast together?” he asked me. “I don't know,” I said, “I wouldn't want anyone to mistake us for lovers.” He laughed, “Very funny.” We entered the hotel's restaurant and ordered a meal. I watched him quietly as I
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