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“No one’s going to jail. I’ll just call a clean-up crew,” Lock retorted, always the sense of reason in a storm. He shook his head as he dialed the number. “Not sure how I’m going to explain this one.”
5
WREN
I scrolled through the tabloids online, examining the picture that had been taken mere hours ago. I was clearly shaken by my attack, but still looked fabulous. One thing I had learned early on, the cameras were always ready.
Tossing the phone aside, I walked over to my vanity and examined my makeup. After a few touch-ups, I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs. I ran into Richard on the way, who caught sight of my purse and immediately called for the car.
“Ms. Wren, your father would like a meeting tonight.”
“Will he be home in time for dinner?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he bowed slightly.
“I’ll try to be home on time, but I have so much to do still.”
“Ma’am, if I may, you have an appointment here today in less than an hour.”
“I didn’t set that meeting. Besides, my charity is meeting soon. I need to be there.”
He bowed again, knowing when he’d said enough. I headed outside, satisfied to see George at the front of the house like he was supposed to be. The incident this morning could have gotten him fired. And on top of the car not being ready, I had to save myself from that attacker instead of him doing something about it.
“George,” I said, sliding my glasses in place. “To the Ritz.”
“Yes, Ms. Wren.”
The drive was fast, and thankfully, uneventful. I hated when traffic slowed us down and I was late.
“Looks like word spread that you’d be here this afternoon.”
“Of course, it did, George. I’m the one who spread that rumor. I need people to see that I won’t be scared off by some mugger.”
“Yes, Ms. Wren.”
I slid out of the vehicle like I always did, head held high as I smiled and waved to the paparazzi.
“Wren! How are you after this morning?”
“Wren, were you hurt?”
The questions went on and on. As usual, I never answered any questions. I strolled inside, taking off my sunglasses as I entered the Ritz. The hotel manager was rushing over to me in an instant to guide me to the restaurant—as if I’d never been here before.
“Ms. Crosby, I’m so glad to see you weren’t injured this morning. Please, let us know if there’s anything we can do for you.”
“Thank you.”
“And may I say, you defended yourself extremely well.”
I shot him a tight smile as I continued walking. This was one of the hazards of being rich. Everyone fawned all over me, and while I loved seeing them practically fall to their knees to please me, there was a time and a place for it. And right now, I was trying to get to a meeting.
“Really, if there’s anything?—”
“You know what?” I said, turning to face him. “If you could do me a favor and make sure no paparazzi come inside, I would appreciate that.”
His face lit up. “Of course, Ms. Crosby. I’ll get right on it.”
He fled to the front of the hotel while I continued to the restaurant. A few of the ladies were already here, gossiping at the table as I sat down. I didn’t care for most of them. Like my own friends, they would stab you in the back if the situation called for it. However, there was the old adage Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
