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Breakfast BeckonsA few minutes before 8:00 a.m., I entered a kumquat-colored mini gym with the intention of spending an hour losing calories and gaining energy. The exercise room was on the second floor on the west side, away from guest rooms and main foot traffic. A tall unadorned narrow door leading into it could easily have served as an entrance to a storeroom for anyone knew.
“Oh.” I’d not expected company.
“Miss Fonne,” Jensen Q. Moone greeted me with a bow of the head. Dressed in navy-blue Nike nylon pants and a well-pressed ash-gray sweatshirt promoting the Hawaiian Islands, he was seated on a sleek g-Force RT Lemond stationary bike, cycling at a slow but steady pace. A thin layer of sweat lined a high smooth brow. Forbes was on his lap.
I stepped onto a Smooth elliptical tra
