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... man was dressed in a charcoal gray suit, and his entire demeanour was very different from the rude man I’d encountered at the coffee shop.
"Good afternoon," he said, extending his hand to Axel. "Henry Porter."
"Axel O’Brien," my husband replied, standing to shake his hand. "Please, have a seat."
When Henry’s eyes landed on me, I could see the recognition flash across his face, but he said nothing.
I stood up, ready to excuse myself. "I should probably leave you tw ...
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