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.