"Sir?" "What." The club's back-office door cracked open and a man's head poked through. "Sir, Jones is here." His voice called in over a hum of indiscernible bar noise chewing the air behind. "Make him wait eight minutes, then send him in." "Eight minutes?" "That's what I said asshole, eight fuckin' minutes. Got it?" "Yes, sir." The door pulled shut. The eight-minute wait held
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