"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..."
"Brendan Sanchez?" Darrell's lip curled with open contempt. "A live-in son-in-law. And you think he gets to call himself my brother?"
"Live-in son-in-law?" Cindy's eyes went wide. "What are you talking about? Brendan is the only son of the Sanchez family! He's the chairman of Henson Sterling Group!"
"Cindy Pruitt. After all this time, you still haven't figured it out." I looked down at her, a slow smile pulling at my lips. "You really are a complete and utter fool."
I held her gaze, letting every word land.
"My name is Debbie Henson. His name is Darrell Henson. Now tell me... what exactly do you think Henson Sterling Group has to do with us?"
