Bentley sat in his office, holding an iPad that displayed Savannah’s poised address to the press. He hadn’t expected her to handle the matter herself; they had never discussed it at all. The fact that she did it immediately after serving him coffee was intriguing.
Franco was with him in the office. He stood beside Bentley, his back leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching the news with Bentley.
"Impressive," Bentley murmured. "Her answers are good and precise. Seems I don’t have to address anything. Savannah has done that on my behalf, and she did it pretty well."
With a casual flick of his wrist, he dropped the iPad onto the desk, leaning back in his chair, his fingers tapping on the handles of the chair. A hint of a smile danced at the corners of his mouth and he crooned. He wa
