TWENTY-THREE
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Ignoring the inevitable wouldn’t make it go away, despite how attractive that prospect was. So Zara made the time to go into Grant’s office with her notebook just before lunch. She had to open a dialogue about Game Time, because even if she couldn’t stop the handover, she had to be prepared for what she was going to face.
“I need to know where the device components are so I can have them brought to the meeting,” she said when she stopped in front of his desk with her pen poised, ready to write.
With a smile, he disregarded what he’d been working on to give her his full attention. “Perfect timing,” he said, bending in his chair to open a drawer from which he pulled two envelopes. The first he held up for her to take. “Reserve a rental van to be picked up at the dat
