CHAPTER 8: Terry
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The next evening, Terry knocked twice and walked into Ethan’s office, heading straight to the bar in the back room.
“What are you doing here?” Ethan was stretched out on the couch watching the Club through the monitors. “Do you need a room or something?”
“No. Why would you ask that?” He grabbed the scotch and poured himself a drink.
Ethan held his brandy snifter up for a refill. “Because you found a sub last night.”
Terry filled Ethan’s glass before plopping his large frame onto one of the big chairs. “Hardly.”
“What happened?” Ethan sat up.
“Besides you interrupting?” He was still a little pissed about that. Ethan could’ve stepped inside and discreetly left. The bastard had probably wanted to join.
“Sorry. I didn’t think you’d be making a move.”
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