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Champagne-drowned sorrows.
♠Chapter Sixty-Six♠
"How was St. Moritz?" Dorian asked as he got seated in front of my desk with three men standing behind him dressed in black, "I hear it's like a fucking Christmas movie this time of year."
I forced a hum, "When is your trial?" I asked, deciding to stay strictly on topic.
But that was mostly because the last thing I wanted to think about was St. Moritz.
"They haven't announced one yet," Dorian said, which immediately made my brows furrow.
"So how do you know you're on trial for murder then?" I asked, grabbing a pen and my notepad.
Dorian shrugged, "I have a guy in the DA's office. He told me they'll have a warrant soon," he explained.
I nodded once, writing that piece of information down, "And did he tell you what evidence they have on you?" I asked, reaching over to turn my lamp on.
The dim overhead lights only made me feel tired, especially since it's almost eleven and I recently just landed from my eight-hour flight.
But at least I'll actually be able to fall asleep tonight.
"Nah, he said there was just a witness," Dorian said.
And I immediately nodded, determining that made sense.
If Adriana was behind this then all she could use to cover for Tazmin would be a witness that testifies against Dorian.
"You need to get the picture," Dorian suddenly said.
I let out a deep sigh, "Yeah I know," I said, clicking my pen closed, "I'll go to their storage unit sometime this week."
Dorian immediately shook his head, "They kept it all separate—anything related to us will be locked away somewhere else," he clarified, which made me grow even more confused.
I didn't realize they lived an entirely separate life from us?
"Well, I don't know where that would be," I said, shrugging to myself.
This honestly doesn't feel like my problem.
"You should figure it out quickly then," Dorian suggested, his tone growing with an irritating amount of insinuation, "You don't want to be proven useless to me."
I rolled my eyes, "You're already proven useless to me," I retorted, suddenly glancing over to the time, "Are we done here?" I asked, feeling beyond impatient to get them all out of my office.
It's honestly creepy how the men standing behind him resemble fucking statues.
"Yeah, let's do another late meeting on Friday," Dorian said as he stood from his chair, "Hopefully by then you'll have the photo."
I lazily hummed, "Hopefully," I mumbled, watching them all walk towards the doors of my office.
"Ten on Friday—we'll do the conference room," Dorian said as he exited the room entirely, not even bothering to wait for my confirmation.
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