Chapter 42 Business Crisis

• The restaurant Michael had chosen was one of those exclusive places where they didn't bother with prices on the menu. Typical Walton move. I clutched Jessica's folder tighter as I stepped through the doors, my heels sinking into plush carpet.
• Michael stood the moment he spotted me, that familiar half-smile playing on his lips. Eight years hadn't diminished how his presence filled a room.
• "Aria." He pulled out my chair. "Thank you for coming."