ADRIAN
Evander stood in front of my desk with a tablet in hand.
I didn’t look up immediately, my eyes still on the file in front of me even though I hadn’t actually read a single line in the past minute.
"Update on the Harrington dinner?” I asked finally looking up.
"It’s been scheduled," Evander replied. "One week from now."
That made me pause. A week. "Confirmed?"
"Yes, sir."
I gave a small nod. "Alright."
That was sooner than I expected, but it worked. If anything, it meant things were moving faster than anticipated.
"Email me the details."
"Will do sir."
"Anything else?" I asked.
"No, sir."
"You can go."
He nodded once and turned, walking out of the office. The door closed quietly behind him.
I leaned back slightly in my chair, my gaze shifting to Caden.
"There’s still
