“That was intense,” Cecile lets out a deep breath. “But also exhilarating. For a moment there I felt untouchable.”
“Your father would’ve enjoyed this,” I grin at her. “But never forget, when people can’t get to you, they will go for the people you love. That is also something that I’ve learned the hard way.”
“I never realized how much my dad sheltered me,” she sighs. “I understand better now because I would bubble-wrap my kids and hide them from half the people I’ve encountered today.”
“Sorry to interrupt,” Martin cuts in before I could answer. “Alan and his father are being held in your office.”
“Then let’s not keep them waiting,” I smile as I lead the way.
**
Alan’s knee is bouncing up and down like an energizer bunny by the time we enter the office. His dad is chewing on his thumb
