"Then you're in for a disappointment. He can't stand sycophants. The only people he respects are the ones who actually get things done."
"You and Brendan are already divorced. What his family likes is none of your business." Cindy looked around impatiently. "Security! Someone get security and remove this nobody!"
A guard hurried over, took one look at me, and stopped dead. "You want me to throw her out? Have you lost your mind?"
"You're the one who's lost it!" Cindy drew herself up like the lady of the house, emboldened by the crowd that had gathered to watch. She jabbed a finger at the guard. "She's Brendan's ex-wife. Cast out. Discarded. Do you understand?"
"I am the future mistress of this family. If you don't believe me, go ask your young master!"
"Someone called for me?" Darrell strolled down the staircase, hands in his pockets, taking his time. "I hear you were looking for me."
Cindy eyed him suspiciously. "Who are you?"
Darrell let out a sharp laugh. "The man whose birthday we're celebrating today is my father. You tell me who I am."
Confusion twisted across Cindy's face. "Brendan never mentioned he had a brother..."