peterman

“We truly are interactive and open to everyone,” Peterman told me.

But the goodness of Elas Peterman to herself possessed none of that disinterested kindliness she had hitherto believed.

Elas Peterman knew his position to the last fraction when dealing with Nathaniel Hellbeam.

He had changed his plans for her, and for his nerve he had reaped a harvest such as he, Peterman, had never reaped.

He had been seated at Elas Peterman's desk studying the papers which his managing director had set out for his perusal.

And he paused and frankly gripped the carefully manicured hand Peterman held out to him.