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“I don’t think anyone else is home yet,” Mylee volunteered, following me toward the door.
That made sense. Kai usually stayed late at the office, and Lincoln was notorious for stopping for dinner when he had put in his hours. It made me want to hang back for a drink for a minute, but I resisted the urge. We might not make it out of the condo at all if we didn’t get a move on.
We made our way to the lobby, and Lyndon opened the doors for us, nodding at me.
“Good evening, Mr. Webb,” the doorman said, ignoring Mylee.
“Lyndon. Do you know Ms. Lynn?”
Lyndon barely looked at her. “No, sir.”
“This is Lyndon, Mylee. You can ask him for whatever you need.”
Mylee gave him a tense smile, but Lyndon barely looked at her as Charlie hurried to open the back of the Escalade for us. My eyes narrowed slightly, sensing a problem with the doorman, but the car began to move, and Charlie confirmed the location.
“The Waldorf, Mr. Webb?”
“Yes, Charlie,” I said, eying Mylee. who stared out the window. “Mylee?”
She glanced at me. “Hmm?”
“Is anyone giving you a problem?”
She shook her luxuriant black mane. “No. Not at all.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
I didn’t believe her, but it was clear that pressing her wasn’t going to get me anywhere. Lincoln’s warning still sat fresh in my mind, and I wasn’t about to scare her off on our first night out. I intended it to be an evening to be remembered—in a good way.
The beige exterior of the Waldorf was upon us in fifteen minutes, and Charlie again stood by the door, allowing us out.
Several well-dressed guests ambled toward the doors, some pausing to look at me as if they were trying to place my face but having a hard time with the goddess on my arm.
I took Mylee’s hand, curling it around the cuff of my suit jacket, and she eagerly accepted it like she had been searching for a lifeline.
“At least the food will be good,” I promised her with a wink.
“What is this for?” she whispered, falling into step with me as I led her toward the elevators that would take us to the fifth floor. “The itinerary didn’t tell me much.”
I kept my head high, nodding at the respective partygoers.
“The City Mirror,” I replied, guiding her through the lobby. “Do you know it?”
She faltered, her dark eyes widening to take in the crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings above. I urged her along.
“The homeless shelter?” she asked, stopping fully as my words sunk in. She stared at me, and I nodded, pulling her along.
“It’s not just one,” I corrected her. “There are several, along with a few food banks and soup kitchens. They’re doing what they can to combat homelessness and the increase in poverty in the city.”
“Wow!” Mylee sputtered.
“Why do you sound surprised?” I asked, eyeing her.
“I… I just don’t understand,” she admitted. “What does Silverpiece have to do with the City Mirror?”
“It’s a charity event,” I told her. “We’re raising money for them.”
