“There you are," Hale told his mother when he found her. "Oh, darling, do you know Michael Calloway? His mother is the event chair. We've just been arguing over whether he is going to let me outbid him for this gorgeous antique clock," Mrs. Hale said, but her son didn't care. "Sorry," Hale told the man in the tux with the small bits of sweat gathering at his brow. "I need her," he said, pulling his mother from the table and toward the bank of elevators on the far sie of the room, the ones that appeared to be operational. "Mom, I need you to come with me," "But, darling," the woman protested, "its Swiss!" The elevator dinged and Hale pushed her inside it. "Sorry, Dad will meet you downstairs.” Heist SocietyGallgher Girls Book:Double Crossed: A Spies and Thieves Story Source: Double Crossed: A Spies and Thieves Story
“Hey," a voice cut me off. "I know you!" I recognised the voice, but more than that I recognised the look on Macey's face as Preston came into view. "Don't you have a baby to kiss?" Macey said with a sigh. "Cammie, right?" Preston asked. "Macey didn't tell me you were coming." "Yeah. It's a great chance to see the political process up close and-" "Seriously," Macey snapped. "Go. Kiss. A baby.” PrestonMaceyCammieGallgher Girls Book:Don't Judge a Girl by Her Cover Source: Don't Judge a Girl by Her Cover