Chapter 8
Neither of us moved first. His gaze shifted between me and the brown paper bag at my feet.
"Expensive taste." Arthur's voice echoed in the empty corridor. He gestured toward the bag. "Grey Goose. Interesting choice for someone who just spent twenty minutes telling me the working class can barely af...
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