Chapter 57

Deidre and Q had arrived to the repast. Deidre stood next to her mother at the side of the room, having drinks with several people from Dawson Inc. who came to pay their respects.

Q accompanied Derek to receive more guests who had arrived fifteen minutes ago. Ralph had to go get a refill on his plate and drinks.

“Excuse me, Mr. Dawson?” a man said as he approached. “I’m Charles Peters, the manager here.”

“Yes. What can I do for you?” Derek asked.

“I’m sorry to bother you with this, but I thought it was best to speak to you than your mother or sister at this time of grief. But . . .”

“Yes?” Derek urged.

“The catering staff had to make more food. We thought we had enough, but . . . it appears not,” Mr. Peters stammered. “This event just got started. It is going to go on for another three hours and so I thought it best for the staff to prepare more food.”

“That’s fine. What’s the big deal?”