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" RIGHT, " Crowley says, tapping the thick stack of papers neatly upon the tabletop, slipping them into a briefcase. Contracts all, dated and signed; they wisp into nothing as they're stowed. " And how, my dear, did you track down me? I, " and hazel eyes flick upward, sharp and keen, catching @masterwcrk's own, " am merely a business man. You are barking up a tree that may as well be in another forest, darling. "











