Genevieve blinked and stared at his name interminably. When she got a hold of herself again, she slowly turned around and looked at Preston. He held a glass in his hand, not taking his eyes off her even as he sipped his wine. He squinted at her slightly when he saw the ashen look on her face and he dropped his glass and walked to her.
“What is the matter, Genev-” he cleared his throat, “Miss Powers?”
“Gerald Montenegro?”
He frowned and picked up the list. His eyes ran down the list until he saw the name she had just mentioned and then he nodded and questioned her with his eyes, “Yes? What about him?”
She was speechless, her mind not quite able to comprehend what was going on at the moment. She swallowed and looked away when she felt her eyes growing teary.
“Gerald Montenegro,” she mum
