1 septembre 2026

 The Impossible Condition 

Tick.

Henry stopped drumming his fingers on the polished oak table.

« So? » he said impatiently. « I’ve got a plane to catch. »

Mr. Wallace looked at him over the rim of his reading glasses.

« Your father anticipated you might say that. »

Henry gave a dry laugh.

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