Truth

as his posture straightened. “Then you will do as I say.”
    Her resolve was spent. She once again lowered her head to her lap and asked, “What do you want me to do?”
     
     

 
     
     
    Entrepreneurs are simply those who understand
that there is little difference between obstacle and opportunity
and are able to turn both to their advantage. - Niccolo Machiavelli
     
    Chapter 34
     
    Sophia listened as Hilary Cunningham described Anthony Rawlings’ marriage to Claire Nichols. Hilary’s excitement built as she spoke about both of them being present at this function. Sophia didn’t need to feign interest; this was better than a TV show. She couldn’t believe this kind of intrigue existed in real life. She anxiously awaited Claire Nichols’ presence at their table. According to Mrs. Cunningham, Ms. Nichols was a surprisingly attractive and friendly woman.
    Occupied with sipping her champagne, tuning out the crowd, and listening to Hilary’s words, Sophia almost missed the vibrating sensation coming from her handbag. Excusing herself from the conversation, Sophia looked at her phone and read the screen: Mr. George 3 missed calls. Walking tentatively from the ballroom into the quiet hall, she returned his call. He answered on the first ring.
    “ Mrs. Burke, I’ve been trying to reach you.”
    “ I’m rather busy this evening, Mr. George. What can I do for you?”
    “ The mystery buyer, he wants to meet with both of us... tonight .”
    Sophia collapsed against the wall, allowing her shoulders the relief of a sturdy anchor. “Tonight? I’m with my husband at a very important event. I can’t leave.”
    Mr. George continued undeterred, “He’s at the Saint Regis Hotel in San Francisco and wants both of us there in fifteen minutes. Maybe I can pacify him until you arrive.”
    Sophia looked toward a group of waiters with wheeled carts and stacks of covered plates. “Mr. George, I’m at the Saint Regis. Where are we supposed to meet?”
    “ Consigner’s desk, before 8 PM.”
    She looked at her delicate watch, 7:46 PM, and asked, “Will you be here in time?”
    “ Yes, I’m in a cab as we speak. I’ve been trying to reach you for over a half an hour.”
    “ I’ll be there.” Sophia disconnected her call and gathered her nerve. She needed to explain to Derek; she’d only be gone from the festivities for a very short time. Seriously, what luck the buyer wanted to meet at this hotel?
     
    *****
     
    Though the large hand which held hers radiated warmth, the unyielding grip was not intended to be misconstrued as comfort. It was undeniably a warning. Tony made it clear; Claire would again follow his rules. Magnanimous as ever, he kindly reminded her of the most important ones: do as I say, public failure is not an option, and be the perfect companion.
    Tonight’s duties required obeying all three. In order to assure SiJo Gaming’s complete recovery from its current troubles, Claire must attend the National Center for Learning Disabilities Gala as Anthony Rawlings’ companion. The silk wrap covering her shoulders failed to keep the trembling at bay. Claire stared at their perfect reflections upon the mirrored door of the private golden Penthouse elevator. With each floor of their descent, her mind reeled with this new reality.
    Perhaps, someday she’d learn to expect the unexpected, and his actions wouldn’t shock her. Yet, as was their history, whenever Anthony Rawlings was in Claire’s life, so was the potential for abrupt change. Remembering the past hour, she bowed to the reality of her new paradigm.
    In their figurative game of chess, Anthony Rawlings had Claire in check . Every move she made, he countered. When she wanted their dinner to be public, he made it private. When she wanted to surprise him at a public event, he chose to make it the stage for their refound allegiance.
     
    *****
     
    After Claire regained her composure in the St. Regis Penthouse, Tony ordered crackers and cheese to the suite. While Claire ate and sipped a soda, Tony asked for her purse. Although, she didn’t want to relinquish it, the recent change of events and his familiar domineering demeanor left her momentarily unable to resist. In a matter of minutes her world had returned to his control.
    Taking her elegant black clutch, Tony removed her iPhone, turned it off and placed it in the breast pocket of his silk shirt. Then he methodically unzipped and searched each compartment of the bag.
    Finally Claire asked,