Wade was greatly vexed, he came here to watch Stan Harrison's destruction. He'd positioned himself for it, chosen his seat, prepared his commentary, practically written the post-mortem in his head.
And instead he was watching Vivian Reeves, Vivian Reeves, bow to the man he'd been mocking for the past five minutes.
Why? The question screamed through his brain like a siren. She has status. She has money. She has power. Why would she apologize to a nobody? What possible reason,
No answer came. The facts were right in front of him, stubborn and immovable, and they refused to rearrange themselves into anything that made sense.
Zack, meanwhile, had dropped his half-eaten meal onto the floor and hadn't noticed. His mouth was open. His eyes were wide. He looked like a man who had just watched a cat politely order a coffee and sit down to read the newspaper.
"No way," he whispered.
Stan looked at Vivian with an expression of deliberate, unhurried calm.
