A Dish Best Served On Paper"Uh, Stephen? Can I talk to you for a moment?"Stephen had seen the veritable mane of silver before he'd seen the rest of Stewart's giant head, and with a bitter sigh he cracked both heels onto his computer desk, very nearly toppling the new and very expensive monitor as he reclined in his comfortable leather desk chair."What do you want, Jon?" he asked, his tone cold, his gaze, he was certain, piercing. Jon seemed nervous, and with the release of the younger man's sensational new book he had every reason to be. The power it gave Stephen was intense and seeing his old employer looking so very small - smaller than usual, that is - was just
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