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Olivier entered the room where Lilian was waiting. He brought two fresh cups of coffee. Lilian had been waiting for him. He always remembered that this was where they kept Kosta, the hot-headed scion of a Russian billionaire.
Lilian sat at the other end of the dreary table. It was like sitting at the head of the table at a grotesque tea party with only one guest: Olivier. The room was silent, with only the ventilator whirring faintly overhead.
Tanaka had handcuffed Lilian’s hands to a steel ring bolted to the middle of the table. The room might as well have been an interrogation room, only the mirror was missing from the wall, with investigators and a psychologist watching the discussion from the other side. Tanaka closed the door from the outside. The lighting was pleasant, but the
