“And how did it go?”
“You know me.” I sighed and leaned against the backseats. “I handled it excellently.”
She chuckled. “That's my boy.”
Silence followed as traffic eased up.
Moments later, we arrived at her mansion and rolled to a stop before her terrace, to the sight of Gerald and the rest of her domestic staff, waiting.
Gerald stepped forward and opened her door. “Welcome, Ma'am.”
“Thank you, Gerald,” Mama Emelda replied and climbed down from the car.
I followed her closely, watching as the staff bowed as she walked past.
In the living room, she settled down in her favorite couch, and a housekeeper served her coffee.
“Please sit, Alec.” She gestured at another couch.
I picked up a glossy magazine from the coffee table. My breath hitched.
On the front page was the iconic phot
