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If Genna was holding this meeting in an office, she would have stood, offered her hand to the man. But here, she remained seated as Jimny brought the man over to her. Some of the other patrons looked up, including her two guards—but she was pleased to note that they turned away before their gazes could become suspicious.
There were a couple of others, at a table closer to the door, who kept their heads down as the man entered. Genna noticed how they held a screen, angled it to observe the rest of the cafe.
“Miolar,” she said, and the man nodded. “Good to see you.”
“Likewise, my dear.”
The man sounded old, older than he had when they’d communicated through the screen. He groaned when he sat, and removed his hat to reveal thinning, white hair. It was neatly trimmed, as was th
