Chapter 22: Nasty Business

The news was going to break eventually, but Charlotte had hoped they'd leave her out of the news at least until she got to tell Floyd and her mother about it. And now the two of them must be calling her at her house, and she wasn't even there. She took deep breaths and grabbed a tiny sandwich from a tray a man was passing about. 

"Miss Astor?" someone said from behind her.

It was Stuart, but she barely recognized him. He was dressed in an expensive tailored suit, and his formerly messy hair was combed back. 

"Stuart," she said. "You look good."

"Thank you," he said. He even sounded more confident. "This is the team we've assembled to deal with the press, and there's another team investigating the victim's family. Mr. Hamilton told us you would be leading them."

"Yes, of course," Charlotte said, a little taken aback. She technically had said that she'd use the firm's team, but she wouldn't argue. The more the merrier, and the faster t