The carriage moved and Noel watched the buildings pass outside the window.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"Wait and see," Cedric said.
Noel looked at him.
Cedric was looking out his own window, one hand resting on his knee, expression settled and closed. He had clearly said everything he intended to say on the matter.
Noel turned back to his window.
He waited. He saw.
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The carriage stopped in front of a wide, well-fronted building on one of the better commercial streets — four storeys, large windows, the name 'Ashford Press and Entertainment' set into the stone above the entrance in clean carved letters. Two doormen stood at the front. A steady stream of people moved in and out, the kind of building that was always busy regardless of the hour.
Cedric looked at it from the window with the expression of a man arriving at a place he had agreed to go to and was already regretting.
He exhaled through his nose.
