Andrea watches Lance from across the room. His back is tense and his shoulders are raised. Everything about his posture radiates anger. He’s whispering into his phone, and Andrea desperately wishes she could hear the conversation.
“Robert,” Andrea calls.
Robert comes trotting over, “Yes, Mrs. Hamilton?”
Andrea lowers her voice, keeping one eye on Lance as she talks. “So Lance acted cold to me because he was afraid of angering his grandfather?” she asks.
Robert glances guiltily at Lance. He hesitates and Andrea fixes him with her most intimidating stare. “It was something like that,” Robert says, looking down at his feet.
“That’s what I thought,” Andrea says. “But I want to know how his grandfather was threatening him: was he using me or Diana?”
Robert’s face pales. “You know about Di
