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“…I guess it’s a sickness. Merlin! He’d gotten better… and now this!”
The witch scowled, frustrated at her own inability to control her tears.
“What about hazard insurance? I assume there was a policy given the dangers of his position in the Ministry.”
“We couldn’t keep up the premiums. I wasn’t expecting to be out of work so long…”
“Then stop being stubborn and let me —”
“No, Draco. I appreciate your offer but ‘no’. My husband got us into this and I’ll figure it out. Thank you, though…”
“Look… something will work out. Let me see what I can do. And don’t worry.”
Draco Malfoy noted the sad smile and grim chuckle from a witch used to being in control of her life.
“Do you miss him, Hermione?”
“Terribly…”
From the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the main floor, the CEO of the empty club took in the conversation.