Chapter 2 - The Man at the Elevator
Julian stepped away from the table as Daniel Mercer entered the room.
Daniel was fifty-six, silver-haired, calm, and almost impossible to intimidate.
He had been my father's attorney for twenty-eight years.
More importantly, he had become mine.
Julian knew him.
That was why the color disappeared from his face.
“Daniel?”
Daniel looked at the ramen on my dress.
Then at the overturned bowl.
Then at Julian.
“I see I arrived at an interesting time.”
Eleanor moved first.
“This is a private family dinner.”
Daniel gave her a polite nod.
“Good evening, Mrs. Sterling.”
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