At that moment Penelope sat upright in the velvet-backed seat of the exclusive restaurant, her fingers lightly brushing the edge of the wine glass before her.
The room was quiet enough for private conversation but luxurious enough to remind anyone who stepped in that this wasn't a place for idle meetings. Waiters moved like shadows, soft music played in the background, and every table glowed under a gold-glass chandelier.
Her eyes shifted toward the entrance the moment she saw him.
Mr. Carlton Voss, the representative of GSK Investments and a man not easily impressed.
He approached the table in a sharp, dark gray suit, his expression unreadable. The moment he sat, he didn't offer a greeting. He simply leaned back, arms folded loosely, and regarded Penelope with narrowed eyes.
"So," he said, his voice smooth but dry, "you said you have something for me."
He tilted his head, examining her.
