Even now, Stella abhorred anything that would make her recollect that encounter.
Though it had been a chance meeting—unexpected and brief—it had carved a scar far deeper than she was willing to admit.
Some memories did not need years to fade; they simply embedded themselves into the skin of your consciousness and waited.
Malvin Young was one of those memories.
"Boss?" Aston called tentatively; her gaze snapped up to meet his eyes.
"Worried?" Stella probed calmly, though she already knew the answer.
Aston exhaled slowly. "I am. I have been worried right from the time I saw his name on the guest list."
Stella sighed and leaned back in her chair, swaying it slightly as though weighing the gravity of the situation. "I shouldn't have been surprised to find his name there. His position in authority seems to be high."
