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After she finishes getting her affairs in order, Shadow decides it is time to get the Dracul back on track as well. She picks up the phone and dials the Prince's number.
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After she finishes getting her affairs in order, Shadow decides it is time to get the Dracul back on track as well. She picks up the phone and dials the Prince's number.
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Asa glanced at his phone, and was a bit surprised at the caller.
What now? Has some Dragon found a Leprechaun they want to circle jerk with?
"Good evening," he answered the phone politely.
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"Good evening, Mr. Clarke. I have a bit of an unorthodox question for you. Do you happen to have the keys and security code to Quinton Jones' old estate, by chance?"
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"I have kept an eye on the estate," Asa affirmed.
Sharp lady.
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Asa hears a sigh of relief. "I cannot tell you how happy that makes me, Mr. Clarke. Would you be willing to meet me at the old estate? I have some ideas for a new Chapter House I would like to discuss with you, if that is acceptable for you, of course."
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Although it's tempting -- and not -- to simply send Olivette, Asa didn't.
"I can be there in thirty minutes," he offered.
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"You are a very kind and generous man, Mr. Clarke." Shadow says sincerely. "I will be there and thank you." She hangs up the phone and heads out the door.
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