Chapter 5

At nine-thirty the next morning, I got to the café below Reed Holdings early.

I took a corner seat, ordered a latte, and waited.

At ten exactly, a man in his forties came in, looking around.

I stood and waved, and he came straight over.

"Ms. Sutton?" he asked, not quite sure.

"That's me. Mr. Lane?"

"Yes, Michael Lane." He sat down and studied me. "Ms. Sutton, you look just like the chairman."

He called my father the chairman.

My father had run an ordinary business. When had he become anyone's chairman?

"Mr. Lane, what do you need from me?"…