Penn
14
I passed through security at City Hall and moved like a thunderstorm through the hallways. It had taken me nearly an hour to cut through traffic from Columbia through downtown before ending up in my mother’s building. An hour to stew over that goddamn picture on Crew.
Thankfully, my mother was out for the day. Running into her, even in her own domain, would have been catastrophic for the both of us. When my temper ran hot, it was best to stay out of the way until it blew over. And my mother was like gasoline to my flames.
“Mr. Kensington,” a woman chirped in recognition at my approach. “Lark is with someone right now. I’ll let her know you’re here.”
“I’ll tell her myself.”
Then, I walked right past her desk and into Lark’s office. I recognized the man seated there on sight. T
