My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 68

The Grandmother Summons

– Julian-

My grandmother’s summons arrived the way they always arrived, through her personal assistant, two days in advance, with a single line: Tea on Thursday. Four o’clock. Don’t be late.

She had been sending variations of that message my entire life. When I was eight, it meant I had done something wrong and needed to account for it. When I was twenty-two and just taken over WEG, it meant she had things to tell me that couldn’t be said in a board meeting. Now, at thirty-four, it still meant both of those things simultaneously, and I had stopped trying to figure out which one was dominant until I was already in the room.

The Windsor estate in the late afternoon had a particular quality of light the way it came through the tall windows of the east sitting room and caught the dust in the air and made everything look like it existed slightly outside of time. My grandmother sat in her usual chair by the window with her tea already poured and her hands folded in her lap and the expression she wore when she had been thinking about something for several days and had finally decided to say it.

I sat across from her. I accepted the tea. I waited.

She let the silence run for a full minute, which, with her, was never emptiness. It was assessment. She was reading me the way she had always read me-not my words, which she had long since decided were unreliable, but the way I held the cup and where my eyes went when I thought she wasn’t watching and whether my jaw was doing the thing it did when I was carrying something I hadn’t said out loud yet.

“The I* Technologies partnership,” she said finally.

“Yes.”

“It’s going well.”

“Very.”

“I’ve been reading about it.” She lifted her cup. “The Invisible Shield launch received excellent coverage. The integration timeline appears to be ahead of schedule.” She paused for a moment and then went on. “The CEO is impressive.”

“She is.”

“Katia Kensington.” My grandmother said the name with the careful precision she applied to things that mattered. Not emphasizing it. Just placing it exactly where it needed to be. “I’ve been reading about her as well.”

“She’s built an extraordinary company,” I said.

“From nothing.” Grandma set her cup down. “Thrown out of her family home at twenty. Pregnant. Builth Technologies from a single acquisition funded by-well, the press has various theories about that.” She looked at me. “Do you know how she funded it?”

“Private investment,” I said. “A series of early acquisitions the press hasn’t fully traced. She was deliberate about keeping it quiet.”

“And yet you know.”

“I’m thorough.”

“Mm.” She picked up her cup again. The afternoon light shifted slightly as a cloud moved somewhere outside. “She was supposed to marry you.”

“I’m aware.”

“I arranged that match myself.” She said it without apology, because my grandmother had never apologized for a decision she’d made deliberately “I had reasons.

“I know your reasons.”

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“Do you.” It wasn’t a question. She studied me over the rim of her cup. “She was sixteen when I first noticed her. Remarkable child. The kind of person who walks into a room and the room changes without anyone deciding it should.” A pause. “She reminded me of someone.”

I said nothing.

“And then the Kensington family made their choices,” she continued, “and the arrangement changed, and we ended up with Delia.” She set the cup down with the delicate precision of someone placing a full stop. “Which is what it is.”

“It’s a functional arrangement.”

“Is it?” Not a question either. “You’ve been married for eight months, Julian. I have not once seen you look at your wife the way a man looks at a woman he has chosen.”

“The arrangement wasn’t about choice, Nana.”

“No. But arrangements can become something else if both people are willing.” She looked at me steadily. “Are you willing?”

“I’m aware,” Grandma said. “It will be an interesting conversation.”

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