"Don't worry, it's just processing the necessary documents and badges since you are my assistant, and you will go with me whenever I work there," Greg said.
Cammy let out a long, quiet sigh—one she didn't even realize she'd been holding in. Greg noticed instantly. Of course he did. He always did.
He turned toward her, his voice low and calm, but covered with something deeper—something unreadable.
"You don't have to worry," he said. "I haven't told my father anything. That part's yours to say—your story, your terms. But he wants everyone present at dinner tonight. No exceptions. Once we're done at Cross Holdings, we're heading straight to the mansion."
The words hit like a sudden gust of wind, knocking her off balance.
Cammy blinked, frowning. "Wait—going straight there? You didn't tell me we were going there after."
"It was decided last night," Greg replied coolly, as if it were a trivial thing. "There was no time to—"
