Married To My Husband’s Father
The three Escalades pulled in with military precision, blocking the entrance to the executive elevator bank.
Evelyn stepped out, flanked by her security detail. The lift was already held open by a fifth guard. As she stepped inside, the officer swiped a black security card, and the elevator began its rapid, silent ascent to the 44th floor.
When the doors slid open, the serene, wood-paneled lobby of Harrison, Sterling & Croft was in a state of quiet panic. Secretaries were moving hurriedly between offices, carrying stacks of document boxes, and the low murmur of frantic telephone conversations filled the air.