Whitcomb, please come with me.”

Patricia went stiff, her hand falling back to her side.

“Mr.

Bellamy, I insist on knowing why my late husband’s former daughter-in-law is sitting in your waiting room.”

“Ms.

Whitcomb is here on my explicit written instructions, Mrs.

Ashford,” Thomas said, swinging the door wider.

“Please come into the main conference room.”