Darien moved from the window when the door of his office clicked behind him. It was his grandfather. He could just have summoned him but he rarely ever did. Gerhard walked to Darien's table.
"It's all over the place. James called to say you mis-sent the flowers for Serena at the Discs' Head Office."
Darien received news that Alain Ledger, one of James's directors was interested in the girl, enough to propose marriage.
"I did not mis-send it."
The old man gave a bark of laughter. "Making them know of your intentions, huh? Your women admirers wouldn't like it," Gerhard chided. "And how do you think Serena would feel?"
What do I care? Darien grumbled silently. "I sent one to their house address as well."
"Clever," the old man remarked
"Prepared is the word."
"You saw her again last night? Is that true?"
"Could be."
"You are overdoing it. She would understand if you tell her the truth. She may even thank you for it."
"What makes you think she doesn't know?" Such truth! he scoffed.
"James seemed ready to back out after your display of affection. He was afraid it would hurt his little girl. I just received a call from him."
So that was why his grandfather approached him. Well, tough! "I will marry her." Damn it! They would not back out.
"He was afraid you couldn't—"
"Couldn't what?"
"Love her," his grandfather carefully continued.
"I thought you said she'd appreciate the truth and not demand that I love her?"
His grandfather simply shrugged his shoulders and turned on his heel.