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... uldn’t taste anything on my plate except dread.
The guy wasn’t just smug — he radiated the kind of energy that made you double-check for hidden cameras. Or explosives. Or both.
He didn’t do anything.
Didn’t yell. Didn’t threaten. Didn’t even raise his voice.
He just sat there, tapping one perfectly-manicured finger on the wine glass like he was counting down to something.
I didn’t know what but I knew it had to do with me.
After dinner, I slipped o ...
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