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& Pa
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olish expression for a few seco
o, the waiter, returned with my chamomile tea, refilled the wine in Nicholas's glass, and disappeared again. Meanwhile, m
aving lunch with
ll only be in Manhat
week. After my audit here is finished, I'll r
downward. Is he really gay? Christine's word
re became more awkward as he fell silent. Giorgio returne
ttractive mix of colors in front of me. A
. In this awkward quiet, I could barely taste the salad I was ea
ffice. I wanted to refuse, but considering he was tec
the window most of the time, while I focused on my hands i
nor," he said, his voice back
t out of the car
ments. I spent most of my time in the small office Mrs. Lynch had
imagined. He was intense, brilliant, and-despite the rumors-he didn't seem gay at all
re to do a job, and that job was to find
ate every night, trying to meet the deadline I had set for
la," I muttered, pushing
stuffed them into my bag. I practically had to drag my body to the elevator. I leaned my back against t
dark red brick. But inside, the modern and elegant interior stood in stark contrast to the exterior. Even the lobby floor
was nothing lik
to the chocolate mousse I had eaten at lunch; I could still remember the sweet taste mixed with the bitter chocolate, me
breaking my train of thought. Before I could ev
lea
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