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“Clarissa and Isabella aren’t dogs,” I said in Cantonese, striving for calm. “We can’t put them side by side and compare their breeding. However, if we did, might I remind you Isabella is the heiress to Hiraya Hotels? She’s not some lowly bartender, as you originally thought.”
I wasn’t upset at Isabella for hiding her family background from me. I was initially hurt that she hadn’t trusted me enough to tell me her secret, but I understood why she did it. Honestly, her family reveal made our relationship an easier sell to both my family and the board. A Young dating a bartender was scandalous. A Young dating an heiress was par for course.
My mother’s lips thinned. “It’s not about the wealth. It’s about suitability. She—”
“Don’t you think Kai should be the one who determines the suitability of his partner?” Isabella cut in. She smiled at the flare of surprise on my mother’s face. “I’m Filipino Chinese. I speak English, Tagalog, Hokkien, Mandarin, and Cantonese. I’m surprised you didn’t think of that, given all youreducationand breeding.”
I wiped a hand over my mouth, hiding my grin. A similar smirk tugged at Abigail’s lips.
We loved our mother, but we also loved seeing people call her out. It didn’t happen often.
She recovered with remarkable speed, as Leonora Young always did. “Then you should know why you and my son make a poor match,” she said in a voice like ice water. “If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t be in this…predicament. A Young has helmed our company since it was founded more than a century ago. I refuse to let a tawdry infatuation ruin our legacy.”
“It’s funny,” Isabella said. “You want Kai to run a Fortune 500 company, yet you treat him like a child who can’t make his own decisions. How do you reconcile those two things?”
My grin widened.
I should’ve been thinking about DigiStream, Tobias’s suspicious withdrawal, and getting my family out of my apartment as soon as possible, but all I could think about at that moment was how much I wanted to grab Isabella and kiss her.
My mother was, understandably, less impressed by Isabella’s comeback. “How dare you talk to me that way?” She turned furious eyes on me, her cheeks stained red with outrage. “Isthisthe type of woman you’re willing to throw away your future for?”
“No one is throwing away anything.” I ruthlessly corralled my amusement into a straight line. “Isabella isn’t responsible for any of this. It takes two to maintain a relationship. She didn’t force me to date her, nor did she tip her hand to theNational Star. She’s as much a victim of Victor Black as anyone else.”
“Speaking of Victor, what are you going to do about him?” Abigail asked. She despised him almost as much as I did after theStarinsinuated she was siphoning charity funds years ago.
“I’m taking care of it.” I’d ignored his machinations in the past because they weren’t worthy of my attention, but he’d gone too far. By the time I was done with him, he wouldn’t have a companyorreputation left.
“We’ll discuss your private relationship later,” my mother said, her expression stiff. She must’ve realized she couldn’t get through to me with Isabella sitting right there. “However, our public statement maintains there wasnevera relationship and that the photos are innocent. Tobias’s withdrawal puts you in the lead again, but we can’t be complacent. We need to go on the media offensive.”
As the current CEO, she shouldn’t have been strategizing with me, but our family’s reputation was at stake. Leonora Young wasn’t a rule breaker by nature, but when pushed, the ends always justified the means.
“You think going on a date with Clarissa should be part of that offensive,” I said flatly. Without thinking, I curled my hand over Isabella’s. Hers rested in her lap, the skin ice cold. She was more nervous than her earlier bravado let on.
A wave of protectiveness crested in my chest. I gave her hand a small squeeze, which she returned.
My mother’s mouth pursed. “Yes. Clarissa understands the nature of the date and has agreed to help. We need to rehabilitate your image. Every little bit helps, especially this close to the vote.”
“I hardly think—”
“You should do it.”
Three pairs of shocked eyes swung toward Isabella, including mine.
“Excuse me?” I said, sure I’d heard wrong.
“You should do it,” she repeated. “You and Clarissa both know it’s not a real date, which solves the problem of leading her on. It’s a PR stunt, and if it helps you win the vote, then it’s worth doing.”
A shadow of approval crossed my mother’s face. “For once, we’re in agreement.”
“It’s a good idea,” Abigail chimed in. “One date equals at least a week of press.”
Jesus Christ.
I disliked the idea of using Clarissa to further my own means. It was tacky, but I knew how the media worked. Every little bit did help.
“Fine,” I said, wondering how my work life had devolved from mergers to publicity stunts. “One date. I’ll do it.”
I only hoped it didn’t come back to bite me in the ass later.
