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Bannerman smoothed his hair as Gallagher filled their glasses. "Owen, I"d still like you to come to work for me – formally, that is."
Gallagher refolded his newspaper and placed it on the empty chair beside him. "I don"t think so Sandy, but thanks for the offer. Anyway, who would you get to do all the dodgy jobs?"
"Come on Owen, you impressed a lot of people during that black flag business, a lot of influential people, and you kept your mouth shut. Come in from the cold and join the team."
Gallagher looked out at the London street as the sun went down somewhere beyond the rows of tall buildings. Eve walked into view carrying a cloth to wipe down the outside tables, smiled through the window and stuck out her tongue. He returned her smile, sighed, and looked back at Bannerman.
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