Catherine's POV
Finally, the dinner ended. Richard stood up, smoothing his suit jacket with a satisfied expression. He walked around the table and actually reached out to shake Dante's hand.
"It was a pleasure, Dante," Richard said. "The Varo Group is a formidable name, and I must say, you represent them well. I would love to see more of you. Perhaps we can discuss some of those 'global interests' over a round of golf or a more private meeting in my study soon."
I stood there, almost wanting to laugh. Richard Vaughn, the man who terrified everyone in this city, was practically ready to kiss Dante's ass. It was pathetic, but it was exactly what we needed. Dante had won him over with a name and a few cold stares.
"I'll see what my schedule looks like, Mr. Vaughn," Dante replied, not promising anything, which only seemed to make Richard want his approval more.
