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Scriptorium, Pt. 1

“You still drink Godfathers, Valentine?”
“When I get the chance.”
Addison Valentine took a seat on the plush, leather couch. He smoothed the wrinkles out of his tuxedo pants, watching as she stirred the Scotch and amaretto, the ice cubes clinking against the side of the glass. Something about this woman…
“I suppose you’re wondering why I dragged you away from such a fabulous party?”
“The thought crossed my mind.”
Diana Bloodgood’s four-inch heels tapped a steady rhythm on the hardwood floor as she crossed the study. The tips of their fingers touched as she handed him the sweating glass.
She took a seat across from him. Valentine couldn’t help but admire her crossed, elegant legs peeking through the slit in her crimson dress.
“Have you ever heard of the Scriptorium Project?”

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