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“For the record,” Baz began, sitting across from Antoni while the man was working in his office.
“You and I have had dinner together every Tuesday night for the past 100 years or so. I don’t know why you thought you could work late tonight.”
If he were a cat, he’d swipe everything off of the man’s desk and demand attention. Hell, he might still do it, if he didn’t get what he wanted in a timely fashion.













