Never Leave Me [antikvár]

THE END AS THE BEGINNINGIt was two-thirty when I got back to the office after lunch. My secretary looked up as I came through the door. 'Those contracts get here from the lawyer yet?' I asked. She nodded. 'I put them on your desk. Brad.' I went on into my office, sat down behind my desk and picked them up. I riffled the sheets of paper with my fingers. These tightly typed pages with all their crazy wherefores and whereases was the real McCoy. The big time. I couldn't help but feel the glow of satisfaction5