Jordan didn’t give her even a second of reprieve after her surrender. He confirmed her position with a single, cold glance before reaching for his phone and keys on the desk.
“I have a dinner engagement,” he said, his tone cool and clipped. “A meeting for the Toronto offices. It’s business-related.”
Business. The word made her pause. It wasn’t the way he usually spoke about his work. Anchoring had always been his stage, public, commanding, all eyes on him. But this... this sounded different. Private. Strategic.
“You’re handling something beyond MSC?” she asked before she could stop herself.
He didn’t look at her. “My family’s ventures extends beyond the screen. I’m here to oversee certain developments, the kind that take time.”
That last word lodged deep in her chest. Time.
If he was
