“So this is a party?”
Jennie turned to him, her eyes bright. “I hope you don’t find fun in it, Mr. Laurent. I’ll properly examine your so-called skills here so I’m hoping you squirm in your seat.”
Laughter escaped his lips. “You want me to squirm because you think I’ll fail?”
“Well, I hope you don’t. My grandfather has such high hopes for you. He won’t stop talking about it.”
“At least one of us is happy with this arrangement. If he has such hopes for me, do you think we can skip to the main position and forget about the bet?”
Jennie laughed. She placed a hand under her chin as she studied him. “I see that you dressed professionally today. Does that mean you want that job now?”
The expression on his face darkened. Liam quickly replaced it with a blank canvas. He wanted to conceal his
