"Let me guess," Tina Cheney sneered, crossing her arms and blocking the hallway. Her eyes scanned Jack Brooks with a look of pure, unadulterated disgust.
"You probably just finished with some cheap woman in one of the lower rooms, and then you heard that Victor Zane was here. So, you rushed over like a fly smelling honey, hoping to curry favor with the King of Northriver, didn't you?"
She shook her head, clicking her tongue. "You really are shameless. Do you think a man like President Zane would lower himself to speak to a piece of trash like you?"
Jack Brooks stopped. He looked at the secretary, then at Winter Lacy, who was standing behind her with an expression of icy disappointment.
He raised an eyebrow. "And what are you two doing here? This is a private club."
Jack glanced around
