The glossy Bentley weaved through the evening traffic, reflecting streetlights in its polished surface. Inside, Lyra sat quietly, mentally preparing herself for the confrontation ahead. The Gallaghers were targeting her company over a misunderstanding, and she needed to fix it tonight.
"We're being followed," Percival said suddenly, glancing in the rearview mirror.
Lyra turned. "The Gallaghers?"
Percival nodded. "Damian seems determined."
"This is getting out of hand," she sighed. "What exactly did you say to him last night?"
Percival's jaw tightened. "I simply made it clear you weren't to be bothered."
"Well, now he's canceled all our contracts. My company could collapse within days." She twisted her hands in her lap. "We need to resolve this tonight."
They pulled into the employee entrance of the Imperial Hotel, losing their tail. Damian's car continued toward the main entrance.
"That buys us some time," Percival said, handing his keys to the valet.