CHAPTER ELEVEN
Xander spent most of the night preparing for the company’s big day. Charts, graphs, projection figures. He’d spent a bit longer at the office with Ben before he went home. The entire evening was something of a haze. So much information to absorb, and quite the spectacle for their biggest investor.
Dean Armstrong had a restless night, as well. It had been a full twenty-four hours since he had kicked his daughter out of the house. Like any concerned father, he wondered where she had ended up. He kept her phone with him at all times in the vague hope that she’d call.
Chloe should have returned home by now, repentant about her behavior. Like father, like daughter. Dean played the event over and over in his mind and was proved right about his daughter’s stubbornness.
