DAMIEN
I returned to New York the next day because I had to be in my office for a meeting which thankfully went well.
Scotch in one hand and a burning cigarette in the other hand, I watched the artwork hanging on the wall. So many colors on the canvas. I am only tolerating this in my office here at the club because it was from Lisa.
“So the princess is back.” Lisa mused.
Turning the seat around, I watched her as she watched the people below the club, dancing to the rhythm of the music. “What are you talking about?”
“Jonas family princess.” She explained, “I can see she is back.”
Clara? What is she doing here? Quickly getting off my seat, I joined Lisa by the glass window and looked through the crowd below till my eyes found her.
“I thought she was married and living outside New Yor
