Pouring a neat glass of scotch, Jacque pulls out his phone and gives Milton a call. *ring ring*
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Pouring a neat glass of scotch, Jacque pulls out his phone and gives Milton a call. *ring ring*
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The Lord answers, all business: "This is Milton Northbridge."
From the tin-can quality of his voice and the ambient road-sound, it's clear that Milton is speaking from his car.
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"Mister Northbridge, it's Jack. I figured it was time to meet and talk about how you're settling in." He leaves the statement with a brief pause before adding, "When do you think you'll be free?"
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"Ah, Jack. So nice to hear from you," Milton replies. The absence of titles feels strange on his tongue, but it can't be helped given the unsecured nature of their communication. "I can make myself available whenever you prefer. Just name the time and place and I will be there."
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He smiled at Milton's prudent discretion. "Excellent. Meet me in front of the club on [date] at [time] then."
Jacque disconnected the phone call, then shot off a text as he headed down the stairs.
Continued in Four walls make a home...
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