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Don said nothing at the knock, merely extinguishing his cigarette and gulping down the last of his rye. He sat up straighter, but didn't bother to tighten his tie. Whoever was barging in here most likely didn't care whether or not his tie was straight, and even if they did, so what? He had nobody to answer to. With this thought, the lines by his mouth grew tight, and his eyes blazed with a certain kind of quiet defiance.

And then Lily walked in. Of course.

He cleared his throat, and answered her question. "Do I have a choice?" Without waiting for a response, he gestured to the chair in front of his desk. Might as well get this out of the way. What had he ever been thinking?

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