—Mabel—
“Mr. Marlow.”
“I was beginning to wonder if I'd get a chance to speak with you tonight.”
“You've found one.”
Tom chuckled. “Still sharp.” He sat down in the empty chair beside me, Alec's. I shifted slightly in my chair.
“How are you enjoying the party?”
“It's been interesting.”
“Interesting?” He raised a brow. “That's a very diplomatic answer.”
“I'm here for business, Mr. Marlow.”
“So am I.” His eyes flicked toward the bar. “Though I have to admit, I was surprised to see you arrive with Alec Rivera.”
My brows furrowed.
“We came as representatives of competing companies.”
“Of course.”
Something about his smile told me he didn't believe that.
I glanced at the bar.
Alec was speaking to a woman in a silver gown. Clarissa Wren. I recognized her from the magazines. She lau
