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... dation free-zone. It was dripping in emerald velvet, gold-leaf accents, and the soothing, ambient scent of roasted espresso and lavender.
It was a beautiful room.
Waiting by the coffee table was a young Vanity Fair journalist. She was dressed in a trendy, oversized beige blazer, holding a glowing iPad, looking eager and prepared to ask hard-hitting questions about the East River bridge incident.
She looked up when the doors clicked shut.
Her eyes landed on Damien. ...
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