Conrad POV
We get back into the limo after saying goodbye to everyone at the country club. And I mean everyone. I talked to potential business partners, social elites, waiters, the hostess, and even the doorman as I left.
Cordelia lets out a dramatic sigh as soon as the limo door shuts. "Well, that was a disaster. I will have to do some major image control when we get back tomorrow".
"I think it went great". She shot daggers at me for a second before realizing it was me.
I can see her scrambling for something to say. Something to turn this back to her narrative. "This doesn't just reflect badly on me, you know. They will talk about how you were acting as well. You need me to protect yours and the crown's image".
"I have done fine until now without you and will continue to do so".
