Olivia
Cole and Rock are away, dealing with Al and the search and rescue authorities. There was a breakdown in communication between Al and whoever he told about Rosalind's jump from his plane, so nobody was looking for Rosalind. A search operation is now getting organized, though, but they don't really know where to search.
Rock and Cole have a lot of resources to aid in the search, but Beatrice and I are fuming, and our anger is directed totally at Jackson Hardy.
The bastard billionaire.
"Bessie and Lillian are taking naps," Beatrice tells me as she watches me eat a triple-decker club sandwich with extra bacon. "You know what that means?"
"That we get the TV remote?"
"It means we can go on the attack without them."
I finish my sandwich and open a package of Ho-Ho's. I take a bite
