"You think that will bring him back?" Penelope asked. She had flown to Washington at the request of her boss.

"What I don't think is him laying down his profession at the expense of some shitty feelings," I replied, my hair rising and falling repeatedly as I walked. "His father had been extremely useful. I'm thinking if I should have actually gone for him."

Penelope only smiled. Her boss could be anything once she was pissed off. She knew—she had always known—that she had a deep affection for Mr. Windsor, more than just what she stood to gain.

"What news are you hiding from me, Pene?" Signoral asked, finally walking...