"...I'm sorry, but I just can't tell you any more about my business, Kate. It's too dangerous and complicated for you to understand."

Slowly, the door closes, and Kate hears the whispering voices of plans being set in motion, well beyond her control. The rich smell of cigars wafts slowly down in the darkened sitting room, while an opened wine bottle being poured into a single glass, calm before the gathering storm. And the heavy, antique door slowly closes, shutting everything and everyone else out.

Too late to look back now. Much, much too late.

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