ARIA
FOUR DAYS LATER
The deal was finally done.
Mr. Carver, the CEO of Argent Technologies, smiled across the table. “I’m glad we could clear the misunderstanding, Miss Lane. Please extend my apologies to Mr. Grey once he’s back.”
“I’ll do that.” I replied with a smile.
He nodded and rose to shake my hand “You handle things well for someone so young. Grey chose the right assistant.”
Four days since Knox told me to clear his schedule for a week. I did what he said. I cleared what I could, postponed what was postponable. But someone still had to handle the rest that couldn't. And that someone was me. After all I was his PA.
After everything that happened—the bite, Eleanor, the word Nephilim—I had promised myself to stop overthinking. To stop wondering what I was, what I might become.
