A few days later, Valerie sat on the Penn International jet at Heathrow. Victor sat at a round oak table, going over some papers with Brian Graham, his secretary. As the jet’s engines revved the instant before takeoff, sending a vibration of power through the cabin of the plane, Victor glanced over at her and smiled. He was so attractive, Valerie thought, clutching the arms of her seat. She smiled back at him. And, oh, he made her feel so good. But why me? That was finally it, she decided. The unanswered question that kept everything from falling into place.
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