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around I was sprawled across the back seat. I opened
my eyes. Robert was at the wheel. I sat up. We were
cruising along an empty expressway between brightly
lit office towers in downtown Johannesburg. It took me
a moment to get my bearings.
The person in front of me was holding a huge
white bed pillow jammed between her head and the
window, a makeshift barrier against the fatigue of the
long flight. Her hand was wrapped around her
shoulder, her wrist exposed, and the glint of gold
caught my eye. She must have heard me stir, because
she spoke without moving, her voice husky from sleep.
“I thought you don’t do red-eyes, Nick,” she said,
her words laced with a hint of amusement.
I smiled to myself, feeling a familiar sense of
comfort in our banter. I leaned forward, my eyes
locked on the elegant watch on her wrist.
“I see you still wear the Patek Philippe, Julia,” I
said, my voice low.
"Yes," she replied, her voice still lazy from sleep.
"And I'm still sitting in the front of the car with you in
the back.” Her words were tinged with a hint of
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