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Halli’s parents must own half the world. At least that’s the impression they must be trying to give when you first walk into one of their buildings.
Everything is all marble and gold and dark, shiny wood, and there’s no point in putting up a wall anywhere if you can put up floor-to-ceiling windows instead. So if you walk in at the right time, like we just did, the sun coming in through the lobby can blind you and make you a little dizzy.
“Miss Markham?”
There’s a man holding out his hand for me to shake. I shield my eyes with one hand, and offer him my other.
“Jake,” he says, “good to see you again.”
“You too, sir.” Jake introduces us. “This is Johnson Chilton, Chief Operating Officer of the London office.”
Bryan is off to the side, filming.
“Where would you like to start today,
