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Rory’s POV ‘Rory?’ a feminine voice calls my name, snapping my attention behind me where a woman in her late twenties is standing, dressed in a power suit, a welcoming smile on her lips as she starts toward me, holding out her hand. Scrambling to my feet, I move to meet her, taking her hand and shaking it as I nod. ‘Yeah, umm yes, I’m Rory Kelley’ I reply, hoping to God that I don’t sound to desperate. ‘Wonderful’ the auburn haired woman states, ‘please follow me this way, would you like a drink Rory? Tea? Coffee? . .oh, do you mind me calling you by your first name?’ she adds, looking back at me as she leads the way through some double doors and down a long corridor. ‘Of course not, please’ I stammer, hurrying to keep up with the woman’s long strides, she must have six inches on me w