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... reality.
Ann Vaughn is not a dream; she’s his extravagant hope, even a delusion.
"President Hawthorne, you have an important lunch meeting at eleven. Should I cancel it for you?" Mark Joyce’s voice came from the intercom next to the elevator doors.
Cyrus Hawthorne closed his ink-black eyes, then reopened them with clarity and indifference.
Fifteen minutes later, Mark Joyce, who was waiting anxiously outside and ready to cancel the meeting, saw Cyrus Hawthorne in ...
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