Nick’s father.
Eleanor’s oldest brother.
*”You have caused an exceptional amount of administrative friction for eleven o’clock on a Friday morning.”
*
The sound of a teacup clicking softly against a china saucer echoed over the receiver:
*”Your wife Clara makes a remarkably charming chamomile tea.”
*
*”She was just telling me how proud she is of your work at the agency.”
*
Arthur Sterling let out a slow, cold, patrician chuckle that sounded like dry birch leaves catching fire:
*”Bring the titanium key to Lakewood, Sebastian.”
*
*”Bring it alone.”
*
*”Or I will have to explain to your little girls… why their father never came home from the office.”
*
*CLICK.
*
The line went dead.
I stood in the center of the executive boardroom.
The eight junior partners stood frozen in petrified silence, watching the new Managing Director of Vanguard Creative Group.
