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The waiter unplugged the telephone and lifted it from their table.

“We’re ready to order now,” Maya said to him. “And please ask Mr. Gren to come in here.”

A few moments after the waiter left, the manager came to their table. Quelman Gren was dark and thin-faced, with sleek, oily hair.

“When I told you I was here in an official capacity for the government, Mr. Gren