Seeing him,
guards left the station and went into the restaurant.
Positioning himself out of sight of the dining room, he motioned
for the hostess
"I'd like to ask a favor, please," he said. "There's a man I'm
meeting here. His name is Mr. Harrell, and he's - "
Just then William appeared, the two guards flanking him on either
side.
"We can't stay here," Matthew said. "Peter Jones is in there
somewhere."
"Yes, I know."
"But I'd rather not see him. Today especially. I haven't seen him
since he left the company."
"Matthew," William said calmly, "please come inside."
Bewildered, Matthew followed.
"William, I'd much rather we go elsewhere," he said, then halted
abruptly when he saw Peter, dressed in an oxford shirt and jeans
and sitting in one of the booths. Seated beside him was an older
man wearing dark slacks and a tie.
William pressed him onward, directing him right toward Peter.
Peter looked up, and for the first time since the boardroom
showdown, their eyes met. His face bore no surprise, no
expression whatsoever.
To Matthew's astonishment, William led him right up to the booth
that Peter occupied. The older man rose and seated himself on the
other side of the table.
"Matthew, sit down please," William said, indicating the vacant
seat beside Byron.
Matthew looked at Peter uneasily, but Peter said nothing, he just
sat there quietly and watched Matthew.
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