It wasn't yet up to the hour that he had given Ethan to process the dividends, but Clement found himself wishing he had given Ethan less than that to make the transfer.
Far less. Fear crawled up his spine with every ticking second, an evil foreboding catching him with every breath that he took, curling around his chest like a tightening vice.
His palms were slick with sweat as he paced the sitting room, which was empty save for him and the silence that bore down on him with crushing weight.
Josephine and Sabrina had returned to their rooms after he had explained the possible reason for the airing of his laundry in public.
And although he knew he was far from forgiven by his family, he also knew they would wait—wait until the process was complete, wait until they knew what was truly happening with this storm, wait until they could leave the country.
