Forbidden Agreements
"I don't know what you're thinking, Mom. But you're not kidding, are you?"
The corner of Barbara's lips twitched slightly, almost a snicker to be precise, but still held back a little.
"No, I'm not. I'm not joking. If you agree, I'll arrange for you to meet."
"You don't need to bother arranging our schedule. I will never agree," Moreau argued firmly. This was what Barbara wanted to talk about, and not her. If Moreau had known there would be another request, instead of the woman admitting to an exaggerated attitude about what had happened recently, she might not have wanted to talk. At least Abihirt had given her an access card to the hotel room. Moreau didn't mind having to stay there for a
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