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12. Where Exactly are You?
Twelve Where Exactly are You? Evening 26 December Financial District Though Hugh has no desire to spend another moment with Krista, life feels a bit dull after her departure. He returns his father’s multiple texts with a somewhat misleading and falsely confident response: “Marian covered for me with Boris Rustanov. Situation will be sorted out by tomorrow.” Then he returns to his hotel and stops by the front desk. “I’ve run out of suits. Do you have a dry-cleaning service that can deliver first thing tomorrow morning?” he asks the woman behind the counter after paying a rather ungodly sum to extend his stay. It certainly doesn’t help that this is one of the Financial District’s poshest hotels and he’s there right in the middle of peak holiday travel season. “Of course, Mr. Edgewort
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