“You’re not denying it?”
“Why would I?”
He shrugged. “Because most pretend they’re saints.”
“I’m not most.”
I closed the file and set the tablet down.
Bianca or Lyric wasn’t stupid.
Petty.
But not stupid.
Somebody was whispering in their ear.
Probably Laurent.
That fool had always wanted something he couldn’t take directly.
Now he was trying to move pieces.
Cute.
Darius spoke again.
“Also had a call from the Paris office. A couple of Delacroix relatives are asking questions about the merger.”
“Let them ask.”
“They’re nervous that your grandfather isn’t talking much these days.”
“He doesn’t have to.”
I leaned back in the chair, calm as ever.
Enemies testing the air.
Women circling.
Family politics heating up because the Delacroix and Laveau names were about to merge.
Pressure everywhere.
But pressure never bothered me.
Pressure made other people crack.
Not me.
Darius shifted his weight.
“One more thing.”
“Say it.”
“You’re on the guest list for the Valmont charity gala.”
