Chapter 23
Ethan Ashford’s Penthouse
Friday, July 2, 2010
3:07 p.m.
“I’ve never seen him so depressed. He’s thinner. And unshaved. What’s happening, Scott?” Barbara’s leg was jerking up and down nervously as she sat in Scott’s office on the first floor of Ethan’s penthouse. “Do you think it’s something I’ve done?”
“Oh. Don’t flatter yourself, my dear. The problem is this. Or rather, her.” Scott handed her the biggest of the cream envelopes that were under a glass weight on his desk. “He has been like this since this arrived yesterday morning.”
“What is it?” Barbara took out a beautiful invitation from the envelope. A watercolor painting depicted the Craigdale coat of arms over the imposing entrance to Airgead flanked by sequoias and flowery shrubs. At the bottom of the card there was
