Another Man's Debt

Dante

The conference room was full of tension and hot coffee, thick with silence and unmet anger. Cassian sat at the head of the great oak table, drumming fingers on the smooth surface in that infuriatingly slow, deliberate rhythm that meant he was in intense thought. Marcello lounged to his left, all cool on the surface but with that telltale glimmer of anger in his eyes that matched mine.

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