The Ballroom Doors Burst Open On Our Anniversary

podium and adjusted his cuff links like he’d been expecting a business rival, not the government.

“There has to be some mistake,” he said into the dead microphone, though he wasn’t even talking to the room anymore. “I’m Richard Ashford.”

The lead agent glanced at a paper in his hand.

“Yes, you are.”

Grant looked at me first, not them.

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