He doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything. Three middle-aged women wearing white pants and matching pastel sweaters watch us, whispering behind their hands. I shift my gaze to them. The gossiping gals scatter, squawking with distress. “Miss Trent, I presume.” Ice drips from Mr. Lawford’s lips. He’s definitely Nate’s father, frosty to the bone. The bodyguard moves. Mr. Lawford gazes at me. I lift my chin and gaze back at him. His eyes are the same color as Nate’s, the palest coolest gray, and his face is hard, weathered by life. Seconds pass as we size each other up. He’s a fellow game player, an older, more cynical male version of myself, a tough man known in the business world for his unwavering opinions and his unyielding stances. Has he made up his mind about me? “You’re not who I expected,” he concedes. I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding. “I’m not who anyone expects.” “Have a seat.” Mr. Lawford waves one of his hands. He doesn’t bother to stand, sending a clear message: I’ll have to earn his respect.
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