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“How rude. Does he think it’s acceptable for him to tell my secretary to speak to me that way?”
I offered him my best customer service smile and met his cool gaze. “That’s a question for His Grace. I couldn’t possibly speak on his behalf.”
The Bastard glared at me. “Tell him not to pass petty messages on through you in the future.”
“I highly doubt he will listen to me, but as you wish.” I barely managed to hold my sigh. “You have a gap in your schedule from one-forty until three p.m. when you have a call from the New York office of Black Ink so they can report on the expansion of the publishing business in the United States. The Vancouver office will join at four-fifteen. It’s expected to be done by five-thirty, when you should leave the office for a dinner meeting at La Reina restaurant with President Black.”
He leant forwards and steepled his fingers, touching his lips to his fingertips. “And what exactly is that meeting for, Miss St. James?”
Here we go.
Round two of: none of my fucking business.
“I couldn’t possibly say, sir. Your father called two days to schedule a meeting between the two of you, and I followed his orders,” I replied.
“Did you ask him what it was regarding?”
“Rest assured that I covered your list of unacceptable dinner reasons and received his assurance it didn’t concern any of those things.”
“Mm.” He sat back in his chair, still pressing his fingertips together. “How long until our first meeting?”
“Twenty minutes, sir.”
“Very well. Is there anything I need to look over before then?”
“Yes, this is an important document that was on my desk this morning.” I handed over the brown envelope that included one of three letters of resignation I’d prepared for today. “It’ll only take a moment of your time.”
“Who is it from?”
“It doesn’t say.”
“Then I’m not interested. Look into it for me, Miss St. James.”
I clenched my jaw and slipped the envelope back under my arm. “Of course, sir.”
The Bastard sipped his coffee, not even bothering to spare me a glance. “Is that all?”
“There was a voicemail from the young lady of the Grandstein household,” I replied calmly. “Emily requested that you call her back.”
“Does that have anything to do with my father’s request to have dinner with me tonight?”
“The President didn’t share his reason for your meeting with me, as I’ve already said.”
“Miss St. James—”
“Sir, it’s about time we made our way to conference room one for the early meeting. You know the directors complain if you show up less than fifteen minutes before it starts.” I walked decisively over to his office door and opened it. “You should prioritise the meeting.”
With a sigh, he got up and walked over to me, then held out a navy-blue tie. “I didn’t have time to put it on before I left this morning.”
Wasn’t him getting here on the time the entire reason he’d made me call him a car last night?
I reached up to secure his top button, then murmured an “Excuse me,” as I slipped the tie beneath his crisp shirt collar. I kept my attention firmly on the knot I was tying and secured it before stepping back and averting my gaze.
I could swear he did that on purpose sometimes.
“Thank you.” He adjusted the tie when I opened the door again, then stepped through it. “Let’s go, Miss St. James.”
CHAPTER THREE – CHLOE
