Matthew Powell finally spoke, his voice calm but carrying an unmistakable edge.
“Auntie, if Kitty Lang is really as outstanding as you say, then maybe it would be better for her to work at another company.”
He paused just long enough for the words to sink in. “Positions that pay six figures a year aren’t easy to come by. I’d hate for her future to be affected just because you’re relatives.”
For a brief, almost miraculous moment, Laura Katic Lang’s eyes lit up. She seized the opening immediately, nodding a little too eagerly. “Yes, yes—he’s right. We shouldn’t hold Kitty back.”
In that instant, a flicker of reluctant goodwill rose in Laura’s chest. This so-called lunatic at least knew when to read the room. For once, he seemed to understand what she wanted without her having to spell it
