I Was Blocked From the Table and Told to “Wait With the Staff”—The Call I Made That Night Ended Everything

arrived on time, a habit he must have acquired in his new life without a chauffeur. He looked diminished, wearing a suit a little too big, probably the only decent one he had left. He’d lost weight and had deep dark circles. The arrogance had been replaced by nervous anxiety manifesting in constant drumming of fingers on the table.

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