Bria Alvarez had met Tiffany Wood at a cocktail party before, but that was the only time; even though she had business dealings with Marcellus Dankworth, she didn't have many intersections with his wife, Madam Dankworth.
However, she heard relatively a significant amount of gossip about Madam Dankworth.
In her thirties, well-maintained, not very beautiful, but possessing the style of a refined and dignified lady.
The bride-to-be chosen by Madam Dankworth certainly couldn't fall short of such standards. What a pity that such a fine woman was spoiled by a pig-headed husband.
"Mr. Alvarez, your reputation precedes you. Please excuse my clumsy method of arranging this meeting."
Bria Alvarez sat down across and carefully sized up the woman on the other side; "Why has Madam Dankworth asked to meet with me privately? Is there anything important?"
