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... itting like a palace at the edge of the city’s heart. The driver pulled to a smooth stop.
Miranda stepped out first. Izan followed, adjusting his cufflink with a breath.
Time to talk.
Not just about football.
But what football was worth.
……….
Inside the Connaught, beneath soft lighting that spilled like honey across glass tabletops and leather-backed booths, the Nike reps sat in a private suite tucked away from the hum of the main restaurant.
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