Rett

“Richard Michelson is waiting for you downstairs,” Ian said as I closed the door to Emma’s suite behind me.

My eyebrows came together in confusion as I reached for my phone. There wasn’t a message. “Why wasn’t I informed? How long has he been here?”

“You said not to disturb you.”

I shook my head. I had said that; however, there were certain exceptions. One of those would include a visit from one of the top ...