“Call Victor.”
The driver immediately reached for his phone.
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.
