“I appreciate your help earlier."

Barlow raised an eyebrow and teased, "Well, well, it's not every day you thank me."

“It's not like I don't know right from wrong," Rosalynn responded, accepting a glass of wine from a passing waiter.

Before Barlow could utter another word, a figure caught his attention.

“Mr. Tucker, you've finally arrived. We've been eagerly waiting for you." A well-dressed man, approximately thirty years old, approached Barlow.