"President Robinson, what's going on?" Amelia Cobb looked at the business card in her hand.
The woman was naked, with curves both front and back, estimated to be a 36D. The body that could entice many men.
Amelia, as a woman herself, couldn't help but marvel at it.
Christopher Robinson's brow furrowed. Things escalated throughout the night, the circumstances of tonight's banquet remained unclear, whether it was the nouveau riche who had snuck in or Ella Kent, or even the business card currently in his coat pocket.
Everything was telling him that someone had planted a spy close to him.
That they could pull something like this right under his nose showed just how brazen they were.
Reaching over, the man took the business card from Amelia's hand and took a photo of it to send to Juliet Walker.
Then holding Amelia's hand, they entered the living room where he detailed tonight's events to her.
"Ella Kent? She's causing trouble again?" Amelia poured a glass of water.
