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... eated on a long bench in the lobby, aimlessly swinging her fair little legs, utterly bored.
She turned her head and saw a man standing outside making a phone call.
One hand was stuffed into his suit trouser pocket while the other held a mobile phone, his raised arm revealing distinct muscle lines. His shirt was as clean as if it had been bleached, and his suit trousers were as impeccably ironed as always.
He was intently focused, his expression calm, the profile of his face ...
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