Christopher should still be at the recital, so why would I head over to the presidential suite at Fiesta Hotel? The thought of that shocked me deeply, and I ran up to her car as I asked, “What do you mean by that, Mrs. Lane?”
Julia simply ignored me and told her chauffeur to start driving. The chauffeur then reversed the car a bit and drove past me so skillfully that it didn't even touch the hem of my shirt.
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