But I have three-inches on Connor. And still, I don’t think a single person could walk in this room and tell. Jane’s dad stands like he owns the world. Expensive slacks and navy-blue button-down, a Cartier watch on his wrist that probably costs more than my uncle’s row house. He has billion-dollar energy that screams I’m better than you. Arrogant. Poised. All the way down to the look in his eyes and posture.
