Inside the cozy coffee shop, Sheila had already downed two lattes, demolished a tiramisu, a basket of fries, and a plate of chicken wings.The sun was practically setting, and still no sign of Augustine.She texted him, and got the three-word reply: [Almost there.]Clearly, the guy was messing with her.Sheila wasn’t bothered. Bored, she whipped out her laptop and started playing games.After losing all her diamonds in the game, Sheila glanced at the time, leisurely packed up her things, and prepared to leave."Miss Emerson?"Sheila looked up. The man was tall, with average looks, thick-rimmed glasses, and a pair of shifty little eyes that sized her up and down, a subtly arrogant smile on his face."Augustine?""A pleasure, a pleasure. Apologies for keeping you waiting." He extended a hand towards her.Sheila glanced at it, and said, "Have a seat."Augustine chuckled, retracting his hand and settling into the seat opposite her.Sheila sat down and checked the time. "Mr. Sloane, your s
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