"Dad, trust me, it wasn't on purpose. Something urgent came up."
Celeste looked genuinely troubled.
"What could possibly be more important than keeping your word? The meeting with Mr. Kennedy was set half a month ago, and now what? He's flying to Marisport tomorrow. How are we supposed to talk business then? If I don't handle this properly, how do we maintain discipline at the company?"
Edward rubbed his forehead, clearly fuming.
"Dad, I know this one's on me," Celeste lowered her eyes, tone soft, "which is why I've already decided-I won't go to the office tomorrow. I'll resign. Consider it me owning up to the mess I made."
"Resign?" Edward's expression relaxed a little. "That's too extreme. It hasn't come to that. Come with me right now-Mr. Kennedy's still at the hotel. M
