is an extraordinary honor. We were under the firm impression this private salon was completely booked out by an outside corporate entity tonight, but your Chief of Staff informed us you were hosting a private family dinner.”
Eleanor froze at the center of the carpet. Her knees gave way. Connor coughed hoarsely, sinking into the nearest leather chair and burying his red face in his hands.
“Arthur, Miles,” I said, shaking both their hands with a firm, measured grip. “Thank you for coming to The Opeline tonight. I understand you