BJ Fischer
The Socialite
Logan began looking for his friends as he waited to make a left turn at the gate. The corporate headquarters stood behind a gleaming white iron fence that stretched for furlongs. He followed four black Navigators down the long-curved driveway.
The parade of cars stopped at the valet, which gave him time to scan for the one belonging to the people he knew.
The parade of cars stopped at the valet, which gave him time to scan for the one belonging to the people he knew.