Vincent’s POV:
“You were right, Sir, she drove for Halstead Corp. She’s in there right now.”
Just as I had suspected.
“Keep an eye on her, Jamie. If anything happens, you know what to do.”
“You know, it’s very rude of you to keep good wine waiting,” Baron said as I dropped my phone.
“Pardon me,”
He looks around us, his shoulders dropping low. “All the pleasures in the world and wine stole my heart,”
I mirror his gestures. We’re in his study, away from the party, sipping vintage. “Melissa wouldn’t like that,”
“Yes, yes, I know.”
There’s a few seconds of silence. Then he shifts closer to me.
“I don’t want to question you, but I hope you know what you’re doing,”
“About what?”
“Verdant? You know she’s not a Verdant anymore.”
“I didn’t know you took interest in people. What hav
