The Fairmont Olympic Hotel's private dining room felt like just the spot to hash out secrets. Sophia got there twenty minutes early, picking a corner table so she could keep an eye on who came in but still stay hidden. She spent a couple of hours getting ready, settling on a navy business suit that screamed "I'm in charge," while her bright red lipstick hinted there was more to her than just work.
Thomas Romano showed up right on time, his silver hair slicked back and his face hard to read. Even at 62, he acted like the big-shot businessman he'd always been, though Sophia noticed he was a bit more slumped over than he used to be. He hadn't been this way five years ago. Elena Romano's moves to steal his media empire really did a number on him.
"Sophia." He sat down across from her, no han
