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The President s ClubChapter 10
The man known as John Adams held the flimsy rice paper in his hands, careful not to let the tears coursing down his face land on the delicate tissue. The telefax had been sent to him by his secretary a couple of days after he had left the city for Hong Kong. The trip had turned out to be much more involved than anyone could have predicted and as the months passed with deliberate slowness, he became frantic to contact the fantastic woman he had taken to the President's dance. But...