Andrew was in the middle of a conference call, staring blankly at the marketing reports projected on the screen. His mind had been elsewhere for weeks now—on Amelia, on Oliver, on the world that had somehow broken open beneath his feet and still hadn't stopped shaking.
“Mr. Best?” his assistant’s voice buzzed through the intercom. “There’s someone here to see you. Says it’s urgent.”
Andrew pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m in a meeting.”
“I know, sir. But he says it’s legal business. It’s… Brad Hilton.”
Andrew’s heart stalled.
He turned to his team. “We’ll resume this tomorrow. I need the room.”
His staff filed out quickly, confused but too well-trained to question their boss’s sudden order. As the door clicked shut behind them, Brad Hilton entered.
He wasn’t wearing a tie, which
