Juliette’s smile vanishes. Gone too soon is the wistful, faraway look on her face. She says nothing, but I can sense the anger and sadness boiling over inside her. Too suddenly, she says, “Warner, Castle, Kenji?” “Yeah?” “Yes, Ms. Ferrars?” I merely stare. “If we’re done here, I’d like to speak with the three of you alone, please.”
I like this version of her. Lets get things done.
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