The two men accepted the cigarettes and cautioned, "Mr. Bastille, please behave yourself."

Morgan acknowledged their warning with a nod, and Josie was granted access to the courtyard house.

Morgan gave the back of her neck a playful squeeze and said, "I knew you had ulterior motives."

Josie, tired of pretending, met his gaze and asked, "Morgan, you have a secret, don't you?"

After taking the last puff of his cigarette, Morgan said, "You know I'll sign the agreement one way or the other for you sake, so you don't have a reason to follow me all the way here. There is, of course, another possibility: you're in love with me. But of course, I dismissed that idea immediately."

Josie didn't know what to say. He sure is self-aware.

Josie glanced into the room. "Who's in there?"

"Stop asking," he said.

"Then I'll go in myself."

She was about to step inside when Morgan grabbed her. "Do you have a death wish?"

when a voice echoed from within. "Morgan, where are you? It's your

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grabbed Josie's hand and led her inside. "I'm

woody fragrance mingling with the scent of women's perfume that was slightly

sides of a square table. An elderly bigwig held a deck of cards in his hand

They were

hair seated at the head of the table asked with a

appease her."

moment, Josie didn't know what

later, she bowed respectfully. "I'm

seems innocent. So this is your type, huh? It's no

his seat and signaled for Josie

down as I grow older. I might as well choose someone whose family background matches

drew the Ace of

behind Morgan and saw that he had a straight in his hand of cards, but instead

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Josie's status matched his, she

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