CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

Reynold toweled sweat from his brow as he walked through the parking lot. A sleek black Rolls Royce idled beside his - the model at a glance was higher and more sophisticated than his.

The rear door opened and an elderly man emerged. Though deep wrinkles creased his features, sharp eyes peered out imperiously from behind rectangular spectacles. His silver hair cropped close to the skull only enhanced the severe visage.

Reynold glanced around the near-empty lot, certain this intimidating personage could not be seeking him out. At first glanced he missed it but looking secondly as the man spoke… there was a resembance.

"Mr. Reynold.” the man stated rather than asked, in a gravelly baritone. "You will come with me. The Chairman requests an audience." His expectant look brooked no arguments.

‘Ah, of course. The chairman’s assistant!’ Reynold remembered and immediately inclined his head politely. The chairman, was Kayla’s father, and a shudder ran
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