Bamba and the Gold Room

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Bamba and the Gold RoomKonaté arrived at the Chateau and went to see what Roland had learned about Conner's plans. “Not much at this point,” said Roland. “Last night was mostly small talk and pleasantries. It sounds like he's planning to stay about a week. I'll continue playing the good cop and you can be the bad cop.” “Well don't make him too comfortable with your generous hospitality. We want him out of here and on his way back to Canada as quickly as possible,” Konaté replied and left to go to his own office. A few minutes later, Conner arrived at Roland's office. The door was open as usual. Tapping on the door jamb and said, “Good morning Roland.” “And to you,” replied Roland rising and pointing to a chair in front of his cluttered desk. “I trust you slept well?” “Definitely,” Co

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