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... around the luxurious settings. It was a kind of place where every corner gleamed too sharply, reminding him how out of place he was.
He tried not to look at his reflection in the brass-paneled elevator as it carried him up. His jacket was creased, his shirt a little too loose around the collar. This was all he had left, and he hated how badly it showed. Still, he kept telling himself: ’If she meant what she said, maybe things would change.’
At the door of the presidential suite, ...
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