Chapter 7

I had been in the new office for less than an hour.

The chair wasn't even warm before my assistant knocked and came in.

She looked somewhere between alarmed and thrilled. "Ms. Evans, there's a problem. Downstairs in the lobby. Your family is here. They're making a scene."

I didn't look up.

What was coming had been coming all along.

I had only expected it to take longer, and I had expected more self-control from them.

"Send them up," I said flatly.

"Sorry?" My assistant stopped where she stood. "Ms. Evans, is that a good idea? The front desk says…