Kat saw the anger simmering under her grandfather's skin and the struggle for him to keep it at bay.
She'd outwitted him. She should feel proud, happy, ecstatic at winning the battle.
But as she raised both men's hands in the air, signaling their victory Kat worried she'd lost the war.
The crowd continued to roar, the locals laughing and slapping each other on the back while the media swarmed around, seeking out the best angle for more photographs. A few brave reporters charged to the front barking questions. David moved in, keeping them away from the McMasters.
Jacob McMaster stopped applauding, the faux smile plastered on his face. He stepped off the stage and turned toward the far elevator with his security team in tow, keeping the reporters at bay as they howled for his attention.
