Arthur Winslow and his team moved back towards the front of the room like some perfectly coordinated pack. They moved as a unit and it was kind of freaky to see that not a single one of them stepped out of line.
They were a few feet away from the entrance to the ball room when the doors burst open.
“Looks like you guys got this party started without me, how rude,” Noah stumbled into the ballroom, holding a bottle of brown liquor. He had on a suit, but his tie hangged loosely around his neck and the first few buttons on his white shirt were undone.
He had his arm wrapped around Ava, who was wearing a skimpy black dress and some sky high block heels. The makeup on her face was smeared and she was laughing as if Noah had told some hilarious joke.
“They totally should have waited for u
