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“Good to see you both.”
I started to slide out of the leather bench to stand and greet them, but Garrett laid his palm flat on the table and took over the conversation before I could get my knees clear.
“Welcome, gentlemen,” Garrett said, rising smoothly and shaking both their hands with a broad, confident smile.
“Please, sit down.
My father is resting his legs tonight after a long morning of operations reviews.”
The two clients took the chairs pulled up beside the booth and opened their folders.