erling & Hayes was a cat
ptionist. "I'm Ms. Stone. I have a ten
ard. She frowned. Mr. Reynolds's calendar was clea
ne," Sarah said. "P
sharp suit emerged f
id, relieved. "This is Ms. S
a hand. "Mr. Reynolds. A p
rised, but he shook her ha
Dove's high, theatrical v
t's been
from a more secluded corridor. He was tall, with dark hai
acting as if they were old fr
y eyes flickered past her and landed on the scene by the reception desk:
e entire situati
s chest. "Mr. Hudson. I'm Darius Lloyd
e. "My schedule is quite full,"
, you're not actually planning on hiring Kevin, are you?" She practically spat the na
d. Kevin Reynold
le floor-just for a second. Something passed between them. Recognition? Cur
r. Reynolds, is there somewh
on-dollar case, dropped right into hi
sturing toward his offic
way, a flicker of somethi
is that woman. If you take our case, all of Lloyd G
assive, bl
Mr. Lloyd, as I said, there are procedures. Pleas
e, leaving Darius and Dove standing in th
front desk. "Sarah," he said quietly. "In five minutes, em
ence, waiting for the rig
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