I looked closely and realized the cufflinks on the suit belonged to my father.
My mom roared, “If it weren’t for the VIP guest, I’d have killed you!”
Just then, the elevator door to the rooftop opened.
“Mr. Rodez, you’re here!”
William immediately stepped forward, but halted mid-stride, startled. “Excuse me, who are you? Why isn’t Mr. Rodez here?”
“You don’t deserve to know my name.”
The woman who emerged from the elevator, dressed in a black evening gown, looked elegant, mysterious and incredibly beautiful. When I saw her, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
