“Very well, let’s begin. All in attendance.”

Wasn’t it customary for Mrs. Thomas to sit beside her husband? His gesture of goodwill went unnoticed.

Millie’s brow furrowed. Had she somehow vexed Marcus? The abrupt shift puzzled her.

As the meal started, a bottle of Lafite ’82 was uncorked, its vintage whispering richness.

Millie, timid at the sight of such fine wine, kept her focus on her meal, leaving the glass untouched.

Simultaneously, Louis, with an inviting gesture, extended a delicately steamed portion of pork to Millie.

indulge in more meat. Your

Marcus’ gaze turned, catching the sight of them, his

Millie’s acknowledgment to Louis was a

gratitude was breathed forth in the form of a whispered,

succulent, tempted Millie’s taste buds;

she felt the unbroken gaze of Marcus still fixed on her, causing

L A ‘s L

with the subtle rustle of rising, Millie trailing behind

the president’s secretary general, with a practiced hand, bestowed room

is your sanctuary for rest. Seek comfort after

“Louis, yours awaits.”

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