"I left it here before," Charles Prescott said. "I was in such a rush when I left that I forgot it."
Anne Sutton glanced at him, then at the security guard nearby. "Have someone go in with him," she said. "Make sure he gets his things and leaves immediately."
Hearing Anne Sutton's order, the security guard nodded respectfully. "Yes."
Charles Prescott stared at her. "I'm just grabbing something, not trying to steal. Is this really necessary?"
"So, are you going or not?" Anne Sutton said. "Move your car. You're blocking my way."
Charles Prescott listened to her and got in his car.
He drove his car away, allowing Anne Sutton to drive hers in. Unlike last time, Charles Prescott had shown up in a different car today.
This one was even more expensive than the Cullinan he had driven last time.
The young women who saw his car were beside themselves with excitement.
Anne Sutton, however, wasn't interested in the slightest.
