Loved Ones

In a few hours, Ashton dials Ivy and asks her to meet him downstairs for lunch.

She sighs and stretches her back, standing up from the chair she's been sitting in for hours, perusing documents and going through the ledgers and account books where, of course, there are tons of anomalies. Money missing which should be somewhere or money is where it isn't supposed to be, all just terribly jumbled up and named an account book.

Ivy grabs her bag and jacket and heads down where Ashton really is waiting for her, leaning on the car right at the door, the valet sweating.

Ivy chuckles at his nervous look and enters the car along with Ashton before driving. "Did you scare the valet?"

Ashton laughs. "He's a shaky guy. I told him I was waiting for you to join me and he started to sweat profusely, maybe he thought we were going to scold him or something."

Ivy laughs. "I guess he needs to see the good side of us so all misunderstandings will be cleared up. So where are we off to?"

"It's Bluehill tod