Grace asked as she tore through the drawers of the antique hutch in the lobby of her father’s mansion. The head butler for the Briggs family, Alfred, walked over with his back straight and his chin in the air. Grace swore that his back was made of metal and incapable of bending. “With the others Miss Briggs.” He slid open the thin top drawer. There were about twenty or so keys, most of them with Ferrari, Lamborghini, Bentley and Rolls Royce logos carved into them. Grace snatched the Porsche key, an Easter present from her Dad, and headed for the door. “Ci Ci,” her Dad called out as she was about to leave. She stopped in her tracks. “Yes Daddy?” “Are you off to pick up your new friend?” he asked. He was wearing a three piece suit even though it was a Sunday afternoon. He was rarely seen in regular clothes. “Boyfriend,” she corrected. He smiled tightly. “Well you are aware that this week will be an important week for our family?” Grace nodded. Of course she knew.
