“What are you thinking?” I muse.
Her forehead crease gets even worse.
Suddenly, she looks up.
Right into my office.
I jolt back, my chair spinning like a top and my heart thumping hard as I try to pretend that I’m not staring at her.
The door bursts open.
Levy hustles in, a big smile on his face.
I scowl. “What?”
“Thought you weren’t coming to the office?”
I try to shift my chair so I can peer at Elizabeth. “Changed my mind.”
“Really?” Levy inches to the left, blocking my view of my troublesome wife.
I lift my head.
Glare at him.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re taking over the company now?”
“No.” I pool my fingers together. “I told you this morning. I only agreed to the position so I could collect Gran’s paycheck. I’m a lawyer. I’ll stick with what I’m good at. You keep running the company.”
“I won’t be around forever, Brogan.”
“You’re too stubborn to die, Levy,” I mumble.
He laughs. “By the way, I arranged for Gerard to resume his job as the Harrington family driver.”
“Yeah.” I slide my annoyed gaze over to Levy. “I saw that.”
He places an envelope down on the table. “Here.”
“What is it?” I ask, not bothering to touch the envelope.
“The key card to your grandmother’s suite.”
“You mean the penthouse?”
“It’s paid for by the company. No mortgage. No bills. I had the cleaner in this morning. You and Elizabeth shouldn’t have any problems. ”
I lean forward. “Why are you giving me this?”
“The money you save on rent can go to the little girl you’re trying to help.”
I stiffen. “How do you know…?”
“Every penny of your advance was deposited into her account at the children’s hospital. I put two and two together.”
I grit my teeth and struggle with my rising desire to grab the keycard and chuck it. Taking my grandmother’s job was bad enough. Taking her driver and now her apartment?