"Raya runs the entire North American marketing strategy, Dad. She answers to the board's global committee, not me. She's damn good at what she does."
Killian caught Raya’s eye, a sudden, microscopic twitch at the corner of his lips the only outward sign of the irony hitting him. He was laughing uproariously on the inside at his own bold claim. The truth was, he didn't have a single clue how good she actually was yet—considering he had just spontaneously handed her a job and a massive promotion on sheer instinct and attraction. But there was no way in hell he was letting his father know that.
Before Vance could dig any deeper into her corporate background, Charles set his drink down and leaned forward, his expression shifting from playful to genuinely impressed.
"Wait a minute," Charles
