"Speaking of, have you handled the loose end he told you of?"
Ryan's expression shifted slightly, his eyes narrowing. "No."
Morrison's frown deepened. "Why the hell not?"
Ryan exhaled. "We've halted it indefinitely."
Morrison narrowed his eyes, knowing that Ryan was up to something. "And why exactly would we do that?"
Ryan's voice was firm. "Because the name of this person is very special to me." He stared at the wall. "This person you see, is my soulmate. My friend."
-----
And through the grand entrance of Golden Hay Hotels, Darren Steele stepped in, with Rachel by his side.
Like usual, the air smelled of wealth, expensive colognes, fine whiskey, and polished leather mingled into an atmosphere of silent opulence.
Darren's new black coat — picked by Rachel herself — flowed behind him, her heels clicked sharply against the tiles.
Abruptly, Darren stopped walking and checked the time on his watch.
This caused an impact.
