I’m completely out of my realm because this is a benign concept to me, and the only thing I see. Now I’m enriched by the act, and it feels… good. “I’ll be sure to send her a message.”
“You have her number?”
“Of course,Aunt Bea and I need to conspire to ensure you are happy as a clam,” I say so easily.
She laughs in response. “I’m not surprised. Now go, you have a call with the legal department in exactly…” She glances at her watch. “Three minutes.”
“Fine. Keeping a tight ship. I’ll see you later.”
We’re doing our best to keep our hands off one another in the office, and for the most part, we succeed.We make up for it in the evenings, and tonight, we’re heading to a little Italian place for dinner.
The call drags on, and I've only learned two new facts about a major contract I’ll be signing. Hanging up, I blow out an annoyed breath and sink back into my chair, my gaze drifting up to the ceiling. The door to my office opens a second later, and I straighten slightly—surprised to see my sister standing there.
“Caroline?” I sit up. I guess it’s a pleasant surprise.
She pauses in the middle of my office, her demeanor cause for concern. “Sorry to stop by unplanned. I needed to speak with you in person.”
Slowing, I indicate with my extended arm for us to head to my sofa area.The moment I sit down across from her, I notice that she isn’t as composed as usual.
“Your assistant isn’t out there, so I let myself in.”
My eyes squint at her. “And?”
“You’re sleeping with her.” There is a tad of judgment in her tone.
My eyes blaze open, as it feels like cold water being thrown at me. “That’s not exactly your business.”
She groans and pinches the bridge of her nose. “It’s why I’m here.”
“Enlighten me, because I don’t appreciate you coming to my office only to pass judgment.”
“Is it serious? Or a fling?”
“Why does this feel like a line of questioning?”
She inhales a deep breath through her nostrils, and her fingers claw the side of the couch. “Because it really does matter.”
The way I see her in front of me causes me to believe she isn’t judging me at all. There is another angle that I’m struggling to see.
“Julian, someone from the board saw you and her when they were in Everhope a few weeks back.”
My face squeezes. “Why would someone be there? I don’t see any of those old people on the board thinking Everhope is a weekend getaway over their house in St. Barts.”
She sighs and appears to prepare herself. “Julian, Savannah is your assistant, and that’s a problem.”
Now, I’m beginning to fume. “It’s none of your business.” I raise my voice.
“Her family is the owner of the Riverbell.”
Strange that she knows these details. “Again. None of your business.” My tone is sharp and my face indifferent.
“The Riverbell that is about to become history.”
Abruptly, I stand, impatient at the lack of clarity in this conversation. I walk straight to my window to see the calming view of the skyline. “What the hell is this interrogation?”
“The board member was in Everhope because of Davenport’s interest in the river.”
My father’s company. The one he stole.
