Roman waited for about ten minutes before he picked his briefcase and the bottle of wine up from the passenger seat and got out of the car.

　　The security team would have been watching him, and the last thing he wanted was for anyone to claim he'd lost his damn mind.

　　But he had.

　　He'd lost it completely.

　　It wasn't even three in the afternoon yet. He'd had meetings lined up until five but here he was, ringing Evelyn's doorbell. The moment ...