did you get in?”
“I didn’t,” he said. “Security wouldn’t let us through.”
“Good.”
Vanessa hugged her coat around herself against the cold.
The designer Thanksgiving outfit was gone. She wore jeans, boots, and a wool coat.
Dad looked exhausted.
“I need five minutes.”
“I have a meeting.”
“Rachel.”
His voice sounded different.
Not commanding.
Almost pleading.
I checked my watch.
“Three.”
He nodded.
Vanessa looked at the helicopters.
For once, her expression held genuine admiration instead of competition.
“These really belong to you?”
“To the company.”
“But you own
