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He froze. Just long enough for the betrayal of his own assumptions to register. Of the certainty that this meeting would be private. Controlled. Pity-filled.
Instead, Victor Numen, fully upright, coffee cup in hand, dressed in black slacks and a crisp designer shirt open at the collar, turned slightly in his seat at the breakfast table and raised an eyebrow with the faint amusement of someone used to being greeted with awe or terror, never anything in between.
"Jonathan," ...
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