Lena frowned.
“Who’s Victor?”
“My attorney.”
Her eyes widened.
“The expensive one?”
Arthur chuckled.
“The very expensive one.”
Within twenty minutes they were sitting in a private conference room on the building’s top floor.
Coffee appeared.
Blankets appeared.
Hot chocolate appeared.
Someone even found a replacement stuffed rabbit for Maya.
The little girl refused it.
She preferred the broken one.
Arthur respected that.
At 1:30 a.m., Victor arrived.
A tall man with silver hair and the expression of someone who charged by the minute.
Arthur handed him the
