Chapter 98: Out In A Bar
Cameron's POV
The bar was called Meridian, which was either ironic or the universe being lazy about its symbolism.
It was the kind of place I'd been coming to since my late twenties—not the loud bars that played obscene music and terrible cocktails, but the quieter variety, wood and low light and bartenders who learned your name after the second visit and didn't ask questions after the third. I'd found it during a particularly difficult quarter four years ago when the Pacific acquisition had been getting complications faster than I could solve them, and I'd been coming back since then when I needed somewhere to be that wasn't the office or the apartment or the hospital where my sister was fighting for her life.
I'd called Durian from the car.
He'd answered on
