Hannah
“Thanks for meeting me,” I said, shrugging off my jacket and sliding into the leather booth. “I didn’t want to do this over the phone.”
Viona arched an eyebrow, but she didn’t press me for details right away. Instead, she simply signaled the waiter for a couple of drinks as I withdrew the crumpled sheet of paper from my pocket.
It was a Friday night, and the restaurant that I had asked Viona to meet me in was as crowded as ever. I appreciated that—the noise gave us some privacy. And right now, Viona felt like the only person who I could truly trust.
“What’s that?” she finally asked once our drinks came.
“I had one of my diet pills analyzed by the apothecary.” I carefully unfolded the paper and slid it over to her face-down. “Look at the ingredients.”
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