ATLAS
I waved my hand dismissively, forcing a smile on. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing,” she insisted in a firm voice. “Your phone has clearly been blowing up nonstop with calls from your father. Can you at least take the call?”
I let out a deep sigh, switching off the phone. “I told you it’s nothing. I can simply deal with it later.”
She stared at me for a few seconds more, then she leaned back against her seat and stared out the window.
We barely exchanged any more words until we arrived at the airport.
“Welcome, boss,” the pilot greeted as we got onboard the jet, and I acknowledged him with a slight nod.
“Listen,” I turned to Elena, handing her one of the headphones, “I’ll ask my driver to take you home when we land in New York.”
She c****d a brow at me, her lips pursed. “Rea
