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... dusty for downtown, but just polished enough to be legitimate.

Damon pulled into the narrow parking lot, turning the engine off as Victor came into view.

Victor stood outside, arms crossed as he finished a conversation with an older man in a neatly pressed grey suit.

The guy looked like he hadn't missed a business meeting in twenty years.

His hair was silver, combed back with shine, and his smile was well-rehearsed.

As Damon and Svetlana got out, the man ...

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A sturdy arm wrapped around her swaying body. Her head became hazy and an intentional hot sweet sigh was pulled out of her.

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