"Alicia Fox?" murmured Rebecca, bending over to peer at the guest list for her husband's birthday party that evening.
"Yes, Ma'am," replied Lucy, her private servant.
Rebecca took a long breath, gripping the guest list tightly. "Where's Mr. Specter?" she asked, her face turning pale as if all her blood had been drained by some unseen force.
"He's in the library, Ma'am. You look pale, are you alright?" Lucy asked, concerned. Rebecca didn't answer; she hurried out of her room towards the library located on the first floor of the massive mansion.
She knocked on the door twice, but there was no answer. Impatiently, she opened the door to find Harvey Specter, her husband, standing with his back to her, busy talking on the phone. Hearing footsteps approaching, Harvey turned and was momentarily surprised. He quickly ended the call and coughed twice.
