Chapter 18It was a late Saturday afternoon, two weeks later when the phone on my desk rang and I looked at the print-out. It was Charles, downstairs at his desk by the door.
“Yes?” I answered.
“Do you know two women who own a Rolls?”
I had to laugh. “No, but I know one who does. A plum color?”
“Yes! They just parked out front. Oh, and I think that woman who bid for you at the auction is driving.”
“Yes, I know them. The older one is Mistress Vivienne, and say that correctly, accent on the last syllable. The other is Ms. Montie. They’re here for the Table dinner. Offer them some champagne, the good stuff. I’ll be down in a couple minutes.” I switched to off before he could answer. They were a tad bit early, but we still could do this. I just needed to change, freshen up my makeup then I
