Chapter 11: Rule #11: Respect Is Power.

Beauregard.

"Javier!" Beatrice's voice raised above the noise.

The shock in her face communicated that she had said it louder than she had intended, all eyes were on her now, Beatrice noted such and shrunk back in the booth a little more than she already was.

"What do you do for work?" She asked my brother, her eyes pacing nervously around the table.

Javier adjusted himself in the seat, relaxing a fraction from the stiff way he was holding himself. We were both ready to rip into Abby, both ready to verbally put her in her place, completely forgetting how it would have affected the mission and Beatrice's mood. She was off tonight. It was hard not to notice how her hands shook slightly, or how her upper lip glistened with a faint sheen of sweat. I tried to chalk it up to her being nervous, but I couldn't completely explain it all to just that.

"Our family runs a... An enterprise and I handle investments."