He walked over to the desk and lowered himself into the chair behind it, the worn leather letting out a soft, tired groan beneath his weight.
With a long, weary sigh, he leaned forward, dropping his elbows onto the cool surface of the desk. His hands came up to cradle his jaw, fingers pressing lightly against his cheeks as he sat there.
"So, what else am I to know that I don't?"
Vanella straightened her posture, then said, "He has invited you to join the grand opening of the real estate he purchased."
"He invited me—or the owner of this facility?" he asked, narrowing his eyes slightly as he spoke, trying to clarify exactly what he was dealing with.
His mind was already working behind the question, piecing together the implications, trying to determine his next move before the answer even came.
"You specifically, sir. You've been personally invited by him to attend the occasion," she said, her tone crisp and formal as she pulled a note from her clipboard.
