He handed her a glass of the champagne I had paid for.

“I told you I could get us the best room,” Daniel’s voice came through the boardroom speakers, clear and loud.

“What about your wife?” Evelyn asked, leaning against his chest.

“Maya?” Daniel laughed, a sound that made my chest tighten. “She is probably cleaning the lobby floor by now.”

I closed my eyes for three seconds, letting the cold air of the boardroom settle over my face.

When I opened them, the board members were looking at their hands or the polished mahogany table.

“Keep the recording, Mr. Han,” I said, my voice flat.

“Yes, Director,” he replied, his fingers flying over his tablet.

“And the billing for the Presidential Pavilion?” I asked.

“It will be charged to Mr. Mercer’s personal card at the standard non-member rate,” Mr. Han said.

“Good. Let him enjoy the champagne while he can still afford it.”

I stood up and smoothed the skirt of my tailored gray suit.

“Where are his mother and sister?” I asked.