The Return of the Watchers (Armageddon Rising Book 1) Read Online Free

have the itinerary of your flight sent to your phone in just a few minutes.  As I mentioned, a driver will be waiting for you at LaGuardia. If anything should come up, please call ahead; Mr. Dantanian does not like to be kept waiting as he is extremely busy. Is that acceptable?”                                                                                                                                “This is acceptable,” Yuki replied, unsure if she was making the right decision.              
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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                  The moment had arrived to find out what this mystery man Theodore Dantanian wanted from her. She made her way over to the restaurant entrance and the door was opened for her by the maitre d'.               “Hello, um, I am supposed to be meeting-”.                                                         “Here for Mr. Dantanian? Right this way, Ma’am,” the maitre d’ said.                                                                                                                                            The restaurant was somewhat empty, with tourism and the economy being down. As she was being escorted to her table, she noticed the curious glances from the patrons in the dining room and had a terrible thought of them happily feasting upon her in place of their meals. The appetites of the rich are seldom satisfied; she felt a twinge of guilt for being here when so many outside were hungry.                                                         There was a couple sitting next to each other near the back of the dining room that she determined to be Mr. Dantanian and Ms. Wind. They both stood as Yuki approached and a waiter moved in behind a chair to pull it out for her to sit.                                                                                                   “Konnichiwa, miss Yuki,” Mr. Dantanian stated, extending his hand to her. His appearance was that of an aristocrat, judging by his impeccably tailored navy blue Armani suit and the fine Italian leather shoes he wore, along with the exotic watch that most likely had cost a mountain of money. His black hair was well groomed; short, with a bit of grey on the sides, giving him an apparent age of about 45. Rounding out the look, he had a three muscular bodyguards with matching black suits and white shirts sitting at the table behind him. April was sitting alongside him. She appeared to be about 30 years old, with curly flowing blonde hair and an hourglass figure sporting a black business skirt.              
                  “Konnichiwa,” Yuki replied in a very soft voice, barely making eye contact while gently taking his hand. She placed her coat on top of the adjacent chair and sat across from the pair.                                                                       “I trust your flight was satisfactory?” he asked politely. His accent did not reveal his country of origin.                                          
                  “It was fine, thank you.”                                                                                     At that moment several waiters arrived with trays full of sushi and other Asian appetizers.