Derek couldn’t help the light chortle that escaped his lips while he watched the round man sitting across the table mouth opened wide in disbelief.

“Tell me you’re joking, Derek,” Mr. Wright blinked rapidly, his jaw dropping in skepticism.

Derek shook his head slightly, still having a warm smile flashing through his face. “No, Uncle.”

Mr. Wright dropped his both elbows on his rectangular desk and leaned closer, “You mean to tell me that Karina, the same Karina D-Donovan did all that? She sponsored Penelope’s s-surgery with the aid of the Ex- President?”

Derek nodded. “That’s correct,”

“Wow!” Mr. Wright exclaimed while he slowly leaned back in his swiveled seat....