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Anticipating his next move, Miss Wunderlich moved to put herself between Felix<br />
and David’s office door. “He seemed just find handling it himself.”<br />
“Oh, I doubt that,” Felix said, ducking around her easily and throwing open the door.<br />
David Gordon sat perched on the edge of his desk, drink in one hand. David’s suits were<br />
cheaper than Felix’s, something that might have been explained by the wedding band he<br />
wore. He was heavier, already well on his way to fat. He looked up at Felix, surprised.<br />
“What’s buzzin’, cousin?” Felix walked further into the room so he could get a good<br />
look at Anjelica Jean, dressed more modestly than the night before. Legs crossed, poised and<br />
perfectly coiffed, and in her mid-20s, she was dressed expensively but simply, and her eyes<br />
were red from crying. Looking at her, Felix felt something, like fingers on the back of his<br />
neck, and a creeping sensation like starting to remember something long forgotten.<br />
“Miss Jean has a problem,” David said.<br />
Felix offered his hand to her. “Not so’s you’d notice,” he said, hoping to charm her.<br />
She didn’t take his hand, though, sizing him up instead.<br />
“Mr. Gordon says you’re very professional.” She sniffed, catching the scent of his long<br />
and leisurely liquid lunch. “You don’t seem very professional.”<br />
Felix straightened up and put on an overly-serious face. “How about now?”<br />
“A sense of humor makes some men more appealing. Not you.” She finally reached<br />
out and shook his hand begrudgingly.<br />
For Felix, it was like an electric charge slammed into him. The sme" of ozone fi"ed his nose, and<br />
suddenly, he was in an unspoiled va"ey, somewhere in ancient China, and he could feel it… this was a<br />
different world, before man, before anyone had ever set foot here. He was moving, running, more light<br />
than physical form. Ahead of him, a pi"ar of flame roared across the va"ey, and as he got closer, he could<br />
see that the flame was a woman, that she was fire to his light, and just as he started to catch up to her<br />
and the heat grew so great that he had no choice but to scream…<br />
And then she let go of his hand and that full-sensory blast of memory or dream or<br />
whatever was gone, and Felix’s smile faltered. She looked far more sure about what<br />
happened, and she smiled, daring him to say something. David didn’t notice, though, and<br />
Felix struggled to keep his cool. “So, uh… what’s it all about, then?”
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