Elijah raised his eyes and swept his gaze across Chandler’s face. The man had a white coat on over his thin figure, but there was no gloom on his face. He smiled as he gazed at Elijah. “Are you a journalist?” Elijah nodded. “Sort of.” “But I don’t think you are.” Chandler smiled as he used his clear eyes to sweep a glance across Elijah’s chiseled face. “A journalist would not have an aura like yours.” Elijah smiled. “What aura do I have?”“Noble, aloof, without a care in the world. However, you have a clear goal, and you’re willing to do anything to get there.” The man turned to pour Elijah a glass of water, which he placed before him. “Am I right, sir?” Elijah smiled, praise for Chandler appearing in his eyes. “Why didn’t you kick me out if you had guessed that I wasn’t a journalist?” “Because I think you might be a friend of Dr. Summers.”A smile tugged on the corners of Chandler’s lips as he sat down on the couch in front of Elijah.Elijah could see admiration s
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