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It had become a game in the office. They were determined to break through his mysterious reserve and find out who he really was.
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Couldn't they see he did not need any of them--- didn't want any of them?
"Come on, it's only for a drink...."
But Daniel Cooper knew what that could lead to. An innocent drink could lead to dinner, and a dinner could start friendships, and friendships could lead to confidences. Too dangerous.