Rowan Rowe jumped at the sudden bang of the door swinging open.
But when he looked up and recognized the woman leading the group in, irritation replaced surprise in an instant. It was his wife, Gloria Snow.
"I told you I had important guests to entertain. What are you doing barging in here?" He slammed his palm on the table. "Get out. Now."
This was a matter entrusted to him by Governor Morrow himself. Rowan didn't dare let anything go sideways.
But Gloria, draped in jewels and designer everything, showed no sign of embarrassment. She planted her hands on her hips and fired right back. "What are you yelling for? I saw Young Connor and Master Wilde arrive. Was I supposed to leave them standing in the hallway? Use your head."
Her tone was sharp and brazen, nothing like the deference oth
