A woman who reminded him a bit of Makala on the first night, with a very sexy gray business jacket and skirt, stockings still on but absolutely shredded, and heels knocked off her shoes to try to make them more walkable, was limping along. She caught his eye, forced a smile, and brushed back her greasy, limp hair. “Hi, my name’s Carol,” she said, and moved towards the median barrier, her hand extended. He could see the lost world in her. Sharp professional-looking woman, intelligent face, sexy and using it to her advantage, the hand extended for a warm handshake to start the meeting … which
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