TWENTY-SIX-3

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“I don’t know,” answered Cyllvia. She carefully navigated the streets until she reached the Marriott on the banks of the Willamette. “How is this place still open?” asked Antoine. “The shelter-in-place order and the closure of most establishments have an exemption for necessary government business operations, according to my webcam client who summoned me here,” said Cyllvia. She pulled her purse to her body as she prepared to get out of her Lexus. “Whoever this guy is, Cyllvia, he must have some big-time government exemption.” “He does, I can assure you,” said Cyllvia. The valet approached, wearing a thick mask. “We have an appointment inside,” said Cyllvia. The valet took the keys while peeking at the long, bare legs protruding from the trench coat. “Do I have to wear one?” she

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