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was Mr. Renshaw, the General Manager of the Waverly House — a man who terrified his staff and bowed to Gordon Hargrove at every opportunity. Tonight, Renshaw was not smiling. He walked with fast, rigid strides, flanked by two men in dark suits. He walked straight past Gordon without a glance and stopped in front of me.
He bowed. Lower than I had ever continue reading …
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