Jackson Thorne and Peter Wang, who had been belting out lyrics at the top of their lungs, abruptly choked on their own notes. They stared wide-eyed at Michael Thorn sitting in the corner, a collective wave of guilt washing over them.
And that hostess who had been hovering right beside him? She hadn't even realized how close she had drifted to the President until this second!
Even Michael, the epitome of calm and control, looked momentarily stunned. Between burying himself in investment portfolios for the past month and finally sneaking out for a rare night of relaxation with the boys, he never expected his wife to track him down right here.
The private room fell into an utter, suffocating silence. Without uttering a single word, Michael immediately shoved the hostess aside and stood up from the sofa.
Jackson Thorne and Silas Vane could clearly see the flash of panic that Michael tried so hard to mask.
