The Charity Summit
Scott stepped out of the Bentley, but for the first time in years, the flashing cameras barely registered.
"President Rowland!"
"This way, sir!"
The bodyguards cleared a path through the reporters as he walked into the grand ballroom.
His mind wasn't on the gala nor was it on business.
It was still on his son Noah, his voice echoing.
"Does my father really love me?"
The question had followed him all the way here.
Had he been too strict or distant?
Or had he mistaken providing everything for being present?
He didn't know and that bothered him.
Inside, executives and politicians immediately surrounded him.
"President Rowland."
"Good evening."
"We've been waiting for you."
Scott shook hands automatically.
His eyes wandered.
Then... they stopped on Ruth who
