Chapter 6

Lola's eyes widened in disbelief at the host's deferential gesture—so polite, so respectful—as if he hadn't just turned the entire room upside down. He jogged over to me and extended his hand. "Ms. Dawson, it's truly beneath you to be seated here. Please, come with me. We have a private lounge reserved exclusively for presenters." Of course his professionalism was impeccable. He wouldn't have been chosen to host the Boise Innovation Gala otherwise. His voice, in particular, carried perfectly—never...