Stay for the Announcement
“You own Solstice?” Lucan shouted, from the floor.
Thurston’s face hardened.
“Mr.
Winthrop.
You will wait.”
I took the microphone.
“You own Solstice?” Lucan shouted, from the floor.
Thurston’s face hardened.
“Mr.
Winthrop.
You will wait.”
I took the microphone.