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... nd the sweat still drying at his temple.
"The datapad," she stated in a flat voice. But it wasn’t a request.
Leon’s fingers, slightly numbed, fumbled in his pocket. He pulled out the sleek black device, its screen dark.
He turned slightly to Mr. Lee, then to the lady. He stepped forward and humbly placed it in her outstretched palm.
Her skin was cool when his index finger mistakenly scraped her palm.
She turned back to the screen now looming behind her and ...
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