Chapter Eight
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I had Angela call The Bistro and arrange for a table, instructing the manager to bill our firm.
Once that was settled, we agreed to meet back in the conference room at two o'clock.
I dismissed my team, then escorted our guests to the elevators.
While we waited, I maneuvered the conversation to include Peter, finally hearing his voice for the first time.
He spoke in a low, measured tone, every syllable precise; each word carefully chosen.
He looked through me, addressing his response to Edward.
While my body hummed at the cadence of his voice, he offered me – indifference.
