Chapter 2 — Catering Staff

Damson glanced at her with open irritation as he tossed the keys of his black sports car to the valet outside the historic Arlington Manor Hotel downtown.

His face wore the cold embarrassment it always did whenever she reminded him of where she came from.

“Please, Aracely,” he muttered, adjusting his watch.

“Tonight matters for my whole future.

The board is here.