Chapter 12: Helipad

Kenneth's hand settled at the small of my back.

"Don't look at her," he said under his breath. "Look at me."

"I'm fine."

"I know you are. I'm asking anyway."

We crossed the roof together.

Every head turned.

People stepped aside to let us pass, and some of them were the same people who had shared Delaney's post.

A woman near the quartet leaned toward her husband and said, "That's her."

"Who?"

"The one with the video."

I lifted my chin.

Delaney saw us coming from thirty feet away.

Her smile stayed in place, but her eyes went down my gown and up again, and something in them went flat.

"Molly," she said brightly, as we reached the tent. "What a gorgeous dress. Is that rented?"

"It's my mother's."

"How sweet."

"She wore it to her anniversary."

"Of course." Delaney touched her belly. "I'm sure it holds a lot of memories for her."

Carson leaned in with his easy smile.

"Ken, I wasn't sure you'd come. People were worried you were hiding."

"From what?" said Kenneth.

"From the vote on Monday."

"I'll be there."

"Good. The board wants to talk to you tonight. About your judgment."

He said it loud enough for three board members to hear.

Delaney lowered her eyes and looked small and wronged.

For a second my hands curled.

I was about to open my mouth when I saw something behind her shoulder.

A tall man in a grey suit had come up out of the elevator with a briefcase.

Behind him walked a silver-haired man in a dark coat with a gold ring on his hand.

Behind them came a broad-shouldered young man in a hockey jacket, and a slim man in a dinner jacket with a hotel crest on his pocket.

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