Contd
Royal Alpha Roar.
I glance away from my son for a moment as Mason approaches.
“Did you check?” I ask.
“Yes, I checked. Why do you give me these sorts of tasks, man?”
“Just give me an answer.” I brush off his complaints as I start walking down the hall toward the elevator.
“What do you think? Going through cutlery and shattered glasses, searching for something I’m not even sure exists? Most of the glasses were broken by your guests. I lined up every staff member, interrogated them one by one, and they all said the same thing: no one knows what Serayah drank. For one, she had more than one drink. We had several event planners in the house, external ones too.”
“So nothing, then?” I snap.
He sighs, following me into the elevator. “Nothing concrete, no.”
“Did you see her behavio
