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Harry lifted her, propped her up in the chair, turned the chair away from both the hall and the front door.
Jamil took a quick glance out the door, locked it shut. "No one outside," he reported. "But we have company inside."
A woman in a brown suit was walking toward them. Jamil moved swiftly. "Good morning. I'm Kevin Coleridge. This is my colleague, Jeff Fuqua."
"How'dya do?" Harry bobbed his head.
"Jeff, why don't you wait here for Mr. de Beausoleil?" Jamil glanced significantly at the front door. Ms. Kohli stared at the cannon. "What's that thing?" I'll explain later. We might even give you a demonstration. Where's your office? Nice building you have here. Such an interesting color."
Jarnil took hold of Ms. Kohli by the arm, propelled her politely but fh'mly back down the hallway. "It seems that our Mr. de Beausoleil is late. We're operating on a rather strict time schedule. If we could go ahead with our meeting ..."
"Of course, Mr. Coleridge. Come back to my office. I've sent for Mr. Darminderpal, our senior technician. Oh, just a moment. I forgot ..." Pausing, the woman turned to the receptionist. "Madeline?"
Harry was bending over the desk, apparently having the most interesting conversation with the receptionist and managing to block the view of anyone in the hallway.
"Madeline, please hold my calls." Ms. Kohli didn't wait for a response
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