Chapter 71
- I watched as a tall man in an Armani suit picked up the spilled bottle of Château Margaux from the marble floor of the private lounge.
- He twisted off the cap, sniffed it, and his hazel eyes flashed with a mix of surprise and disapproval.
- “How dare you bring contraband into the board retreat?” he barked, lips tightening. “This is a professional setting. I’m confiscating this.”