She shrugged, then examined her fingernails. “I checked him out. Apparently he’s a very traditional and wealthy physician, one who wouldn’t appreciate a candidate showing up wearing a clown nose or tweed.”
André fanned himself at her mention of tweed. “Have we found the perfect one, or shall we continue?”
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