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42nd Floor, over looking the bay, picture windows. It was like I’d lost a year. Sniffed over by HR.

Kaye came in 5 minutes late.

“What happened to your impeccable timing?”

“So, are we really doing this?” said Marion.

“We’re on now,” I said. “Let’s have a briefing.”

“Can we do it over coffee?

“In the food court, as you wish,” I said.

“Is it going to be like last time?”

“I don’t have any idea what you are talking about,” I said. “It is going to be fun. Professional. After the briefing we get to work?”

Kaye smiled that famous bemused/fuck-you-Josh-Grant smiles. “I wouldn’t expect it any other way.”

By lunch time it was as though we’d never been apart.

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