Sighing, I walked over to the door.
“Grandmother.”
“Weston.” She pushed past Zoey. “Samantha, isn’t it?” She stared at her.
“Yes. It’s nice to see you again, Evelyn.”
“It’s Mrs. Castile, dear.”
“Okay then. My apologies,” Sam said.
“What are you doing here, Grandmother?”
“We need to talk, Weston.”
“About what?”
“I’d prefer somewhere private.”
“And I’d prefer not to leave my family sitting in the living room wondering what this is about.” I arched my brow.
“Very well.” She pursed her lips. “I’ve received three calls this week from board members asking if everything is all right.”
“Everything is fine.” I walked over to the bar and poured a scotch.
“Is it? The Weston Castile I know doesn’t leave the office at five o’clock.”
“I’ve adjusted my schedule.” I tipped the glass to my lips.
“You’ve canceled important business dinners.” Her stern look wasn’t anything new to me.
“I didn’t cancel. I rescheduled them.”
“You turned down the Chicago expansion project.”
Sam glanced at me with a worried look. I hadn’t told her about that yet.
“It wasn’t the right time.”
“The right time?” she scolded. “Your grandfather built this company on making sacrifices.”
“There it is.” I smiled. “I knew it wouldn’t be too long before you threw his name at me. He missed holidays. Birthdays. Vacations. Need I go on?”
“Wow,” Zoey said. “That’s terrible.”
Sam slowly closed her eyes as I silently smiled.
“He built an empire,” my grandmother said to her.
“Cool. Did he know his kid and his grandson? It sounds like all the man did was work.”
Go Zoey. Go Zoey.
“Mind your business, young lady.” She turned back to me. “People are noticing your lack of focus, Weston.”
I chuckled. “You mean they’re noticing I have a life outside of work.”
“Work is your life,” she spoke through gritted teeth.
