Chapter 15: A Brawl At The Gala

Harley drifted in and out of sleep until she finally woke around eight in the evening. Lunch at the hotel had been a bit early. By now it was eight at night, and her stomach was growling. She checked the time and grumbled, "Some personal secretary you are. You couldn't even wake me for dinner. You're fired tomorrow." She noticed several missed calls and returned them in order. The first two were company business. The last one was from her father's old friend, which puzzled her. Why would Allan...