[Elijah]
“You’re really going to Mystic Falls?” James’s voice crackled through the speaker, laced with disbelief. “For Hazel? Just to help her keep up some ridiculous cover?”
“Yes,” I replied lazily, tapping the loudspeaker icon before tossing the phone onto the bed. “So,” I continued, my hands were now occupied with the buttons of my shirt, fingers working methodically. “I need you to act as my proxy for the next two weeks. I’ll still be handling all the deals—negotiations, approvals, decisions—but you’ll be the one showing up when needed. Physically.”
James snorted. “You desperately need a reliable assistant, Lijah. I hope you will treat her well after all this drama.”
“I don’t know,” I muttered, adjusting my collar in the mirror. “I’ll think about it.”
“You’ll think about it?” Jam
