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Caveman
The goddamn art gallery was on the other side of town.
If Clay hadn’t felt like Andrea’s words were a challenge, he would have said f**k it as soon as he saw the address. She couldn’t have known where he was at the moment, but it was at least forty-five minutes from his office. Thank f**k for Uber drivers!
When he finally exited the Escalade that had driven him across town, he was glad that he hadn’t changed out of his suit from work. Everyone else in the place was dressed to the nines, as if this were a black-tie event. He might actually be underdressed for the occasion, which never happened. He carefully straightened his tie, all the while wondering where Andrea had sent him.
A woman at the door handed him a program. Without looking at it, he promptly discarded it as he pa
