CHAPTER FORTY
THURSDAY, AUGUST 19, 2027 10:04am
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The room was dark when Cynthia Masters joined the others. Heavy drapes blocked all but the most determined streaks of sunshine. Internal blinds sealed the room from curious passers-by. Private meetings were nothing abnormal. This discussion would warrant no concern from anyone.
A single desk lamp glowed in the center of the small conference table, casting an egg-shaped pool of yellow light on the dark mahogany surface. The others sat with no expression revealing their moods. John Gerriks was seated at the far end of the table, facing the door. His lips creased to a subtle smile when she entered. The others merely glanced her way, perhaps to be certain it was her. There were no further greetings or pleasantries.
Cynthia clos
