How could she seriously have thought she could manage running Dream Match by herself? She needed Jordan as much for that as for anything else.
She sent him another message. “Hey, Jordan, there’s an important meeting this Tuesday night for Dream Match that I really feel you should be at.”
Still no answer, when once upon a time he’d reply instantly. It was enough to make her wonder if he’d blocked her number.
Her eyes blurred. “Lord, help him forgive me.”
Chapter 20
“Jordan, I have a proposal for you,” Dean Donwell said, the next morning via Zoom.
“Certainly, sir.”
“I’d planned to send Lionel to Los Angeles on Wednesday for the investment meeting with Heyer Christie, but Lionel’s got the flu. He tells me that you know the key elements of the account, so I was hoping you’d agree to go in his place.”
“To LA?”
“You’d travel business class, of course. Stay at the Westin.” Dean leaned closer to the screen. “You know the details of the account, don’t you?”
Jordanwasthe details. “Yes.”
“Then will you do it?”
Lord?Peace flowed. Which made the answer easy. “Sure. Thanks for the opportunity.”
“Hey, it’s good to see people being willing to step up and take responsibility.” Dean nodded. “It’s the way to get VP status one day.”
“VP?” Had Jordan heard him right?
“It may surprise you to know that I’ve had my eye on you for a while. I thought EJ was more suited, but I’ve come to see you hold just as much knowledge as she ever did and command a good deal of respect from among your coworkers, if not more.” Dean leaned back in his seat. “I wouldn’t be surprised if one day we see you running Donwell Enterprises.”
Seriously? “Wow, sir. That’s a real honour.”
“I know.”
Jordan bit back a smile at the typical Deanism as Dean discussed details about the trip, and he realised it would involve leaving Sydney early Wednesday morning. He’d probably need to stay near the airport on Tuesday night so he could make his flight on time. Nothing like an early flight and getting to the airport by 4 a.m. Still, business class meant comfortable seats, so maybe he’d be able to catch a snooze on the flight.
The call ended, and he felt a mix of pride and uncertainty. Because now he’d be back in Sydney. Which meant he had no excuse not to see EJ.
Which meant he probably needed to work on that forgiveness thing. And maybe see what she’d been sending him so many messages about.
He was about to open his phone when his mum tapped on the door and gently pushed it open. “Oh, good. You’re off your call. Can I come in?”
“You’re half in already, Mum.”
“Oh, look at that, so I am. Well, is everything okay?”
“Mum, you know when I said I’d be working from home, I actually meant I’d be working.”
She blinked.
Yeah, he didn’t think she understood. He withheld a sigh. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Look, I’ve just received a call from Elizabeth. She’s a little concerned about EJ.”
Good. Then maybe she’d do something about it.
“Is everything okay between the two of you?”
