Jace
“Welcome home, son,” my father greeted, and I nodded.
The maids served dinner. I went upstairs to change clothes, then came back down to eat. I was starving.
I was halfway through my meal when Celeste’s mother approached her.
“I need to see you after dinner,” she said.
“Okay, Mother,” Celeste replied quietly.
“She’ll be coming with me,” I murmured, standing up. “As my personal assistant, there are files she needs to handle.”
“Why?” Father asked. “Can’t those files wait until tomorrow?”
“No, Father,” I responded. “I have an early meeting tomorrow. The files need to be organized tonight.”
“Son—”
“Are you not the one who asked me to teach her how things work in the company?”
“You’re right,” her mother interrupted, smiling widely. “Celeste has so much to learn.”
I didn’t need
