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As for looking daood, the car certainly fits that bill It’s all soft curves and flowing lines, the epitorace It’s almost a crime that Edears a simple suit instead of livery, and it wouldn’t surprise e
He is oblivious to the way"We normally reserve the Bentley for for at your new position in style"
As he speaks, the helicopter rises froh away that it barely kicks up a breeze It’s too far for me to see Damien, but I lift o hoht about the rest," I say as I slide past Edward into the car "I’ to enjoy this ride"
"I’m afraid Mr Stark was very clear that I am to see you safely to your office"
"Was he?" I consider pulling outDae nothing I considero home first"
"Of course, Ms Fairchild" He shuts the door, and I’ in the scent of luxury
The s, I notice, are not electric but instead operate with old-fashioned knobs that appear to be any and are polished to a sheen The white leather seat is as soft as butter, and the seat back in front of me actually has a tray table I defy convention and release it froht and locked position It eases down to for surface I’ for a quill pen and parchment
"What year is the car?" I ask Edward as he maneuvers us down the drive
"It’s a 1960 S2 Saloon," he says "Only 388 were produced, and I’m afraid there are very few still on the road When Mr Stark ran across this one in a junkyard, he was deterlory"
I’ in a junkyard, but it takes no effort whatsoever to iets, be it a classic car, a Santa Barbara hotel, or er over the varnished surface of the desk, theme of my earlier whimsy "You don’t happen to have a paper and pen up there, do you?"
"Certainly," Edward says He leans over and pulls solove box, then passes a folio back to me I open it and find a fountain pen and heavy linen stationery rammed with DJS--Damien’s initials
I hesitate I hadn’t really expected that Edould have the things I asked for, and now that I’hts on paper, I aer-tied, as the case may be
But this is too sweet an opportunity to squander, so I draw a breath, put the nib of the pen on the paper, and begin to write
My very dear Mr Stark,