![]() "I told you, didn't I, that I probably wouldn't be able to get home tonight? … Actually, I'm not terribly interested in how long Jill thinks the meeting should last. "Haven't we done all this, darling?" A savage impatience echoed warningly beneath the politely posed question and the "darling" was almost an insult, as much a slap on the cheek as an endearment. Strong, well-manicured fingers, one bearing the weight of a broad gold ring, beat a restless tattoo on the table top and, from time to time, his breast expanded in a huge, silent, irritated sigh. His shoulder was hunched towards the table, his eyes fixed on the flying countryside, his voice low. The man sitting opposite, talking on his mobile telephone, was lying to his wife.
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