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Chapter Twelve: A Slip
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Roman found his father in the corner office again the next morning, still riding the particular satisfaction of a dinner he considered a success regardless of what he'd actually interrupted on that terrace.
"Indoor ceremony," Charles said, without looking up, already scrolling through something on his phone. "Peter's agreed. I've told Elaine to start finalising the venue."
"We hadn't actually decided that." Roman stayed in the doorway, arms crossed, still carrying the particular restlessness of a man who'd been interrupted half a second before something important. "You decided that, Father, the way you've
