After a pause, Jackie snatched up the phone and called Mikeia. "I’ll be at the premiere tonight."
His mind flashed back to Sandra’s earlier call—some "friend" had invited her out. Which friend? Welby, perhaps?
Meanwhile, in his office, Welby’s phone buzzed with a cryptic threat: "Back off, or the Harmony family pays the price."
"The hell—?" Welby hissed under his breath, glancing up to find Sandra’s seat vacant. He bolted for the door.
Sandra had just rounded the hallway corner when Welby collided with her.
He seized her wrist. "We need to talk. Now."
"Let go!" She twisted, but his grip was unyielding.
Only when they reached a camera-blind dead zone did he release her.
"Sandra," he demanded, voice low, "did Jackie threaten you? Use my family as leverage?"
She shook her head. "Welb
