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Fortunately, Jamil had just entered. Xris waved to his friend, who was looking extraordinarily handsome in his expensive business suit. As he passed through the restaurant, several women, with typical Aurigan forthrightness, yelled at him to join them. Jamil smiled, made polite responses, and sat down beside Xris.
"Breakfast?" Xris asked.
"The food's not bad," Harry mumbled, his mouth full.
"I've eaten already," Jamil answered, adding casually, "She makes a great omelette."
Harry gulped, swallowed. "She? How the hell do you manage? You just got here last night!"
"He keeps himself in excellent physical condition," Quong intoned. "Women appreciate that."
"Fine, then." Xris interrupted what was likely to be either an argument about clogged arteries or a discussion of Jamil's sex life. "Harry, did you check in with Raoul and the Little One last night?"
"Yeah." Harry nodded. "I met the Loti in the bar of the fancy hotel he's staying in. Olicien's putting them up in style."
"Did Raoul manage to get a layout of the Olicien place?" Harry patted his suit pocket. "I've got the diagram here. Raoul paid them a visit yesterday. The bug people gave him a personal tour and took him to dinner. Adonian charm, you know. The franchise is family-owned, small. This RFComSec contract is their biggest account and, since they've got the equipment to service space stations, they're eager to land others like it
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