Chapter 3

Chairs scraped as everyone at the table stood up at once, voices overlapping.

"Mr. Harper."

"Mr. Miller."

Richard's glass nearly slipped from his hand.

He still wore a smile on his face.

But that smile was so stiff, like it had been pasted on.

"Mr. Harper, I didn't expect you'd show up in person.

"If we'd known, I would've come down to greet you," he said.

David ignored him.

He stood in the doorway, his gaze sweeping across the room.

Then it landed on me in the far corner.

His expression darkened instantly.

The first thing he said was, "Where's…