Book Two: Branch Two

Joshua steadied Aletta. She laid her head on his chest and mumbled a few words he could not make out before she proceeded to chew on something in her mouth. He heard her make a sound as if she was about to throw up.

"Ms. Brunswick," he said slowly as if he was warning her not to go through with her plans. There was no way he would be getting his designer soiled by her dinner.

The sound she made earlier was now lost in the sound of the club. He searched his pocket with one hand while the other hand was holding her firmly to his chest. It would be a disaster if she fell. He pulled out his phone and a sort of triumphant smile crossed his lips. He was good at everything after all.

He put a call through to his bodyguard and driver. There was no way he would be the one to carry out Aletta all by himself. What would the world say if they saw him doing that? There would be a commotion which would take the legal and PR team a little more effort than needed. When he sensed it might take a lit