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... he had no intention of drinking. He had finished his obligatory rounds with the businessmen, a tedious dance of tariffs and shipping routes that usually engaged his mind. Tonight, however, his mind was a blank wall. Or rather, it was a wall covered in pictures of one woman.
He watched Rowan. His friend was leading Ines through the crowd, a proud, determined tugboat guiding a reluctant ship. He was leading her straight to Evans.
Carcel took a sip of the wine. It tasted sour.
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