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I haven’t even unwrapped my food yet when Damion walks back in “Get Frank Meir from Chase Bank on the line I’ll send you a virtual address book” He’s past me and in his office that quickly

I pull up my computer screen and find the number Frank isn’t in I punch the intercom “He’s not in”

“Tell theet him on the damn phone”

“Yes Okay” I redial and I am as insistent as Daain “He’s on the line”

He doesn’t answer hts up in his office and I know he has the call Fro after another has to be juggled, but I like it It’s high energy and kind of fun

At about three o’clock, an FBI agent shows up, and he, Da ood: Half the people have not truly been contacted, and a few say they sent in donations that I don’t see a record of and need accounting to research

When Terrance and the detective finally exit the office, it’s after six and Dana has been gone an hour I’hat ent heads past

“The charity event is cooes well”

“Ah, yes That’s Damion’s pet project”

“So I heard”

“Once you get the players’ list confirmed, I’ll need a copy”

“Yeah, well, that ht”

He cringes and lowers his voice “Does he know? Because tonight isn’t the night to tell him”

“Does he knohat?” Da in the doorway, his hair a rumpled mess, his tie loose

“I’ll leave this to you,” Terrance says, giving me a sympathetic look