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Meeting Jack Weston
The chef arrived a short time later with a cart of food. Mr. Weston nodded to him briefly and took the cart. The chef returned the nod with one of his own before turning around and leaving without a word.
Mr. Weston pushed the cart over to the fireplace, placing it between the two armchairs. He looked back at me and gestured towards the chairs. I was still a little nervous about this whole setup, but I shuffled over and sat down like he wanted. He took his own seat, turning the chair to face me.
"Help yourself to anything you’d like,” he said, grabbing some kind of pastry himself. “But onto more important things. Please, ask me anything that you’d like to know about me. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to answer everything, but I promise to do my best to answer honestly.”
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