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I nod slowly, staring as Carl takes a sip of his drink.
“You shouldn’t be drinking.”
“It’s a party, man. Drinking is all I should be doing.”
“We didn’t come here to party, Carl. you know that.”
“That doesn’t mean you should stand around, looking so serious. Come on, man, you stick out like a sore thumb. Someone’s going to notice.”
“Well, what do you expect me to do?”
“Get a drink.”
As if on cue, another waitress approaches me with a tray filled with glasses of champagne. Carl gives me a knowing look and I roll my eyes.
“Fine.” I grab a glass of champagne and take a sip. Carl inches closer as the waitress walks away.
“I still can’t believe it man. Barrett Andrews is your dad.”
“Yeah.” I take another sip. “Me neither.”
“Do you think he knows?”
I turn to Carl with a crease on my forehead. “Of course he does. He reached out to my mom to tell me to stop pursuing this case, so… yeah, I’m sure he knows.”
“Damn, but how can he be so evil to everyone. Even his own son?”
“That’s what I plan to ask.” I pause. “Just before we use the evidence we have to destroy him.”
A loud cheer erupts in the distance as the double doors swing open. Barrett, escorted by his security detail walks in. Paparazzi surrounds him, taking multiple pictures. He flashes a bright smile to the camera, shaking guests and taking pictures with a few colleagues.
“Looks like this is your chance,” Carl says.
I nod, downing the rest of my drink and dropping it on the bar behind me. Barrett walks past paparazzi, talking to a group of people. I walk toward him, squeezing through the crowd till I’m close enough.
“Mr. Andrews.”
He turns to me, and the bright smile peels off his face.
“Can I help you?” he asks in a sour tone.
“Yes, you can.” I pause to take in a deep breath, exhaling softly. “A few minutes of your time, if you don’t mind.”
“I don’t know if that will be possible. As you can see, I’m attending to my friends, and I—”
“Your friends can wait.” I flash in a tight lipped smile. “My business with you is time-sensitive. I’m sure you know that.”
His jaw clenches as he stares at me with a glare cold enough to freeze hell.
“Alright then.” He turns back to his friends. “Exuse me for a minute.”
We walk away from the crowd in the banquet hall, stopping in a quiet hallway with doors marked staff only.
“So.” He tucks both hands into his pockets, facing me squarely. “Talk.”
“I know.”
The crease on his forehead deepens as he shakes his head. “Know what?”
