The Maid’s Daughter Asked To Play One Song, Then Silenced The Whole Penthouse

smiled into his drink. “Maybe she does birthday parties.”

Another little laugh spread through the people nearest the piano.

Maddie’s ears burned.

Ben’s jaw tightened.

Before he could answer, Mr. Whitmore appeared.

He did not hurry.

Men like him never seemed to hurry.

They expected the room to wait.

“What is happening here?” he asked.

His voice was calm, but continue reading …