“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.

meat. Your frame

midst of conversation, Marcus’ gaze turned, catching the sight

to Louis was

breathed forth in the form

succulent, tempted Millie’s taste buds; she surrendered, taking

of Marcus still fixed on her, causing her to retreat, pushing the plate

A ‘s

of rising,

president’s secretary general, with a practiced

Thomas, this is your sanctuary for rest. Seek

“Louis, yours awaits.”

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