Page 33 of Secret Heir For The Billionaire Twin

As soon as the door closes behind him, Adrian drops into the chair opposite my desk without asking.

"I just got off the call with Singapore," he says.

"I know," I say.

"They're still nervous," he says.

"They'll survive. They always do," I say.

He takes a drink.

"I still think we should announce after the quarter closes," he says.

"We're not waiting," I say.

"They'll complain," he says.

"They always complain," I say.

Adrian laughs quietly.

"I keep forgetting optimism isn't one of your hobbies," he says.

"It isn't," I say.

He studies me for a second.

"You look tired," he says.

"I slept," I say.

"That's not what I asked," he says.

"I'm fine," I say.

"I'll take your word for it," he says.

He reaches for one of the briefing folders before I slide it farther across the desk.

"No," I say.

"I was only looking," he says.

"You were absolutely not only looking," I say.

He grins.

"There he is," he says.

"There who is?" I ask.

"My twin," he says.

I shake my head.

"You came in here for something," I say.

"I did," he says.