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Chapter Eleven International Transaction Considering the prices they charged, the hotel’s dimly lit bar was surprisingly well populated. Melinda and Felice sat in a prized corner banquette and sipped avocado-coconut martinis that were mostly juice and a small measure of a rare and virtually unknown alcoholic beverage that was neither vodka nor gin, but tasted somewhere between the two. Flavia Cosmos sat opposite the surgeon and her partner, slowly scanning a multi-page contract that was nearly impossible to read in the dim light. “I’m sure this will do, Doctor Rostrom. We have great trust in you and know of your many accomplishments in this area,” Cosmos said as she signed the multiple copies of the document and passed it back to Felice who inspected the signatures and folded it back in