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It’s nearly eight o’clock Neither of us has had dinner She looks tired and anxious I hate to tell her that, even with themethods, even if Bruce Rawson fired his son tomorrow, it’s probably too late But I think on some level she knows In fact, I suspect she knew before she even called me, and she hoped I could find a miracle

Unfortunately, I’odmother

But toh for her to hear my assessment She’s too stressed forto deliver the death knell won’t change the outcome

Instead, I shake my head “I couldn’t re I think I’m cross-eyed”

She glances at her coliht Maybe I should order us dinner in”

So she can grill me while we eat? “I need sleep”

Sloan looks frustrated that I want to call it quits for the evening, but in the next breath, she yawns “I guess I do, too If I drink any ood stuff, my stomach will corrode”

I hear that “We’ll pick this back up tomorrow”

“Yeah” She closes her coht am?”

“Sure Unless…I’d love to take you to dinner, if you pro shot, but why not try?

Sloan snorts as she picks up her purse and computer “So you can pretend to flirt within that crafty brain, and try your best to play ain? No, thanks”

Before I get a word in, she pushes her way out the door and disappears down the hall

“Fuck” I’m annoyed that she left, but it’s probably better I have precious little time to decide what to do

Thankfully, the corporate apartment Reservoir keeps is a mere two blocks away, and I have to pass one of the best Indian restaurants on o

And while I wait, I’ll return Evan’s four voicefor updates That is, once I’ve decided what to say