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Penzance took her through the side door and up the stairs. There were guys just inside, guarding the entrance, but they didn’t stop them from going up.
Harlow was surprised by how busy the main floor of Windsor’s was. Business had picked up, but this was the first time she’d seen it with her own eyes. Every table was occupied. The bar was crowded and there were many more women scattered around the room, with men who she assumed were clients.
“You okay?” Penzance asked, laying a hand on her back.
He probably didn’t know why she’d stopped dead without saying a word. She was just taking it all in. This operation had been in its infancy when she was last there a month ago. Now, it looked like a well-oiled, and successful, machine.
“Yeah,” she said, scanning toward the bar, trying to ide
