In New York, one of Alec Muirhead's major clients hadjust phoned him to say that he wanted to press ahead with adeal he had not expected to go through for at least anothertwo months. It had been Bob Macintosh who had alerted him to it. Rather the reverse. ''You think he should?' 'I do.
Well, tell him about this, won't you?''I will when I can get hold of him,' said Nico, a touch ofirritation in his voice. 'She sat there for a few minutes, taking deep breaths. She wasn't even sure what she felt for Tom any more: itseemed to be very little. e told herhe thought she seemed so very much better -- how could hethink that, a doctor, how could he no
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