The Visit
Dominic Hale arrived at ten forty-seven Tuesday morning. No appointment. No call ahead. Just the lift doors opening and him stepping out in a grey suit that cost what my monthly rent used to, carrying nothing except the particular confidence of a man who didn’t believe in being stopped. The receptionist looked at me. I was already standing. “Mr. Hale.” I crossed the floor before he’d taken three steps. “You don’t have an appointment.” “I know.” That easy smile. Warm, practiced, genuinely charming in a way that made it harder to refuse. “I was hoping Lucian might have ten minutes. It’s a short matter.” “Mr. Voss doesn’t take unscheduled visits.” “He might take this one.” He looked at me with those sharp, considering eyes. “It’s about the Vantage North approach. I have information tha
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