Now she just had to keep her face pretty, her mouth harmless, and her ears wide open.
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The chair made a muted creak as Lisa lowered herself beside Rosalind, carefully folding her robe around her knees like someone used to morning conversations with steely mothers-in-law. She wasn’t. But she could pretend… and pretending was half the job these days.
Rosalind didn’t look at her directly. She just sipped her tea with elegant fingers wrapped around the delicate china like she might crush it if pushed too far.
Lisa resisted the urge to fidget.
She glanced at the open newspaper spread across the table — Brook Holdings Quarterly Report. Of course. Lisa didn’t understand half the graphs, but the headline used words like surge, acquisition, and merger. Probably Arthur’s doing. He
