in my truck, my hands shaking so badly I could barely grip the steering wheel. I drove to a deserted parki
en. There was only one person I could call. Dr. Annabel Clarkson, my old profe
second ring, her voi
at you? It' s
was rough
the Berlin Philharmonic. The one you offered me
en an audible gasp of
s. But it requires a five-year commitment in Germany, and it' s h
s chipped, the skin tough as leather. These were not t
for the first time in what felt
arted the truck. I drove back to the
vate dining room. The laughter
se, a look of concer
re here! I was
d, looking me
agged in. Here to offer the debt c
nvelope from my hand. He then pulled out a fresh
ing a hand on my arm
ey. He' s been
me, her voice a low
ig? Wesley is the manager now. Maybe if
s all connected. Wesley, the debt,
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