“Haven’t asked yet. Mr. Harris, what brings you here so early?”
“I brought you some hangover soup and breakfast.”
Dylan set down the soup and breakfast he was carrying on the table. Two insulated containers.
Hangover soup?
Isabelle turned to Jim and asked, “Was the commotion last night really that big? Even George knows about it. Did it end up on the Taragon University Forum again?”
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