When we pull up to the door to the conference room, I wrap the towel more tightly around me. I don't know how many people, and which ones, are here. For the daughter of a businessman, this is nothing new. I grew up with men in suits and extremely formal women filling the house. The senator knocks on the door and then opens it.
The meeting room is spacious, with a large table surrounded by chairs. There are four people in the room, including Elliot and LeBlanc. The others are the senator's assistant and a woman I don't remember seeing. All of their MacBooks are open on the table.
Suddenly look at the towel I'm using. I feel shivers and discomfort run down my spine as the senator pushes me inside. The people in this room look like predators.
- The boys were in the pool. I toasted
