looked uncomfortable from the moment he entered.
Maybe because he already knew something was wrong.
Maybe because for the first time, nobody had told him exactly what story he was supposed to believe.
My attorney, Elena, was sitting near the fireplace.
Two security guards waited discreetly near the hall.
Beatrice noticed them.
“What is this?”
“Protection.”
“From who?”
I looked at her.
“You tell me.”
Adrian rubbed his forehead.
“Can everybody stop acting insane for five minutes?”
I picked up a bank report.
“No problem.”
I handed it to him.
