The Wistful Dinner
The signature line was already there, a thin black scratch of ink waiting for your thumb, but you did not move. Director Halloway sat behind the mahogany desk, the surface polished to a mirror sheen that reflected the gray afternoon light filtering through the heavy velvet drapes, and he watched you with the patient, reptilian stillness of a man who had never once been denied a thing he...
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