And now, after everything, I'd come full circle. Right back to where I started.
After dinner, I went to my room and opened the app to book a flight.
My phone buzzed. A message from Cheryl.
"Zenith Group sent someone over. They specifically asked to see you."
"I'll pick you up in ten minutes."
I stared at the screen, jaw tight.
Zenith Group was the company's biggest client. I'd managed that account personally. Years of work, years of relationship-building.
I hesitated for a long time before typing back: "Got it."
Ten minutes later, a black sedan pulled up in front of my house.
The window rolled down. Cheryl leaned out, impatience threading through her voice. "Get in. Don't keep Uncle Rufus waiting."
My gaze drifted to the passenger seat. Douglas turned his head and flashed me a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"Mr. Dickerson." His voice was warm, but his gaze clung like something venomous. "It's an honor to accompany you to meet such an important client."
I let out a cold laugh and stepped back.
"Go without me. I'm not coming."
Cheryl's expression shifted instantly.
"Drew! What is that supposed to mean?"
"Uncle Rufus asked for you by name, and you're pulling this now?"