at the W in Los Angeles downtown on Flower Street. He loved the service there.
He was attending the funeral of his fathers butler. And for all practical purposes, the closest idea of a father. His real father had never been ready for a son.
He sat at the upstairs bar drinking Perrier and lime looking forward to seeing his fiance at home when Cynthia walked up.
"I have a message for you from Emma" she spoke with extreme seriousness.
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