Ken's POVAs I was thinking real fast, turning over every possible next word — when the next thing happened.And with that, I can say with full certainty that there was nothing I could have said at that point that would have made any single sense or proven even the tiniest point of defense….They came in from the side of the room — two of them, dressed in the restaurant's signature all-black, moving with the kind of quiet, practiced grace that said they had done this entrance a hundred times and had never once considered that the table they were walking toward might not want them there.One carried a tray. As he reached us, he tilted it forward and rose petals scattered across the table in a slow, deliberate arc — landing on the menus, on the glasses, on the backs of our hands.The other lifted a xylophone and began to play ‘Can't Help Falling in Love’ — soft, measured, note by note, and filling the entire executive space with something that would have been genuinely beautiful under an
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