_Author’s POV_
Daniel clicked his tongue. “Good show. I’m really glad I decided to come here tonight.”
Zarelle poked him in the ribs. “I thought you said your friends dragged you here.”
Daniel touched his nose sheepishly. “You got me. But I’m still glad. If I’d known working at the Feymere Corp involves so much drama, I’d have sent in my resume a long time ago.”
Behind them, a small knot of people had gathered. Even in a semi-wild bar like the Twilight, one didn’t get to see a fight every day, especially one that involved a middle-aged guy and two women. The spectacle had drawn curious onlookers who whispered among themselves, phones out to capture what remained of the drama.
Soon, that number went up by one as Lilith’s mother arrived on the scene. Rosalind Mason was a for
