Lucian
Thirty minutes later, Alice McBride arrived. She was petite, elegant, and to my surprise, familiar to my father.
“Alice?” he said, standing.
“Hello, Vander,” she replied with a warm smile, shaking both our hands.
He gestured to the chair across from him.
“Lucian, Alice went to school with your mother. They were best friends in Driftwake.”
I looked at Alice. She nodded, confirming it, still smiling gently. I couldn’t believe she hadn’t mentioned it earlier.
“How’s your family, Alice?” my father asked.
“They’re doing well, Alpha Vander. Thank you,” she replied politely.
I linked a staff member to bring juice, and we got down to business.
She laid the documents out with practiced efficiency, explaining everything in detail, numbers, gaps, anomalies. Her breakdown was precise,
