Vance was a real wolf in sheep's clothing.
Emily, instead of offering a formal greeting, gave a slight bow and said, "Mr. Mitchell, what an honor to have you here."
At their level, even the most bitter rivals maintained a veneer of politeness—at least until all pretense was shattered.
"These gentlemen seem unfamiliar. What line of work are they in?" Emily's gaze shifted toward Murphy and the two men accompanying him.
Without missing a beat, Vance gestured toward them. "This is an old friend of mine, Mr. Ford. He helps me with some personal matters. These two young men are his apprentices."
Emily's lips curved into a faint smile. "Mr. Ford, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Vance gave Murphy a playful wink. "Murphy, Ms. Patel and I have some business to discuss. Why don't you and the boys
