Chapter Thirty-Nine
HOLT“What do you mean she refuses to come?” I demand when Yahto approaches me at the Calson Botanical Gardens event a full twenty minutes after Sylvie was due to arrive.
“I do not know,” my guard answers with a helpless shake of his large head. “She is dressed and looking very nice as we are walking in. I think it is all decided. But suddenly she is stopping on the little red bridge and saying I must come and get you and tell you she needs to talk before she comes the rest of the way in.”
I look around the event which is full of executives in suits, affluent locals in cocktail attire, and quite a few Cal-Mart employees in less expensive clothing they obviously bought from our store. It’s a nice mix and a lot less boring than many of the seven-plus figure parties I’m
