“Let’s clear the room,” Connor says to someone. “I only want Price, Akara, and our bodyguards present. The rest can wait in the library.” “Uh-uh, you’re not going anywhere,” Lo says to another person, and it takes me a second to find him in the crowd. He’s speaking to Farrow. “You. Stay.” Everyone begins to filter out of the office, but Connor also calls out, “Thatcher.” He motions the unshaven, stoic bodyguard to return to the room, and the door shuts. It’s clear they called back their sons-in-law.
