Hugo spent New Year’s Eve day on a plane to Paris and the night with a flight attendant who was more than happy to welcome in the new year with a no-strings encounter with a handsome passenger. He’d spent the next week visiting Prince’s European stores and had returned to Chicago via Tokyo. By the time he landed in Chicago, he was jet-lagged and short-tempered. The Tokyo visit had not gone well. His mood was not improved when he walked into Prince’s and practically had to fight his way through the throng on his way to the elevator up to the corporate level.

He’d spotted his father chatting up some people in line for the contest entry kiosk and almost did a double take.

John Morgan out among the people, he thought. Never thought I’d see that again.

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