“Alright.” Gavin’s voice slipped right back into that lazy, careless way of his. “This time, I actually believe you.”
Catherine froze for a second. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He let out a small laugh. “I mean, I’m not paying you two million for breaking the contract. But…”
There was a click. Catherine hung up and tossed her phone aside.
Her pale face didn’t show much surprise or anger. If anything, she just looked numb and tired, like she’d run out of ways to care. Gavin was settled for now, but that didn’t make the heaviness in her chest go away. In fact, it only got worse.
The next morning, Lance took her to see Harrison again, this time at Harrison’s house.
Catherine ended up staying with Lara, chatting in the living room, while Lance and Harrison talked business in a tea room off to the side.
“Do you think they’ll close the deal today?” Lara asked, cradling a glass of juice as she gazed out at all the flowers in the garden.
Catherine nodded a little. “I hope so.”
Lara set her drink down and leaned in, propping her elbow on the armrest. “So, your boss is a pretty big deal. That fiancée of his isn’t good enough for him.”
Lara didn’t really know much about business, and she wasn’t in those circles. But Lance and Adelina had been making headlines lately, and she’d seen his face a few times on social media. Yesterday, he’d seemed familiar, so she’d looked him up when she got home and realized who he was.
Catherine wasn’t sure about Lara’s background, but there was something about the way Lara moved, the way she spoke, that made it clear she came from a powerful family. It sounded like her family was even more impressive than the Greens.
“Adelina and Lance basically grew up together. Their families are a good match,” Catherine said.
Lara made a face. “Are they, though? Adelina’s not even that pretty. Honestly, you and Lance look way better together.”
About an hour later, Lance and Harrison came out of the tea room.
Catherine stood and said goodbye to Lara. “It was really nice meeting you, Lara. If you ever come to Cabinda, let me know. I’ll take care of everything.”
“I’ll be there next month,” Lara replied with a smile.
They walked to the front door together. Catherine met up with Lance, said goodbye to Harrison, and followed Lance outside.
As soon as they got into the car, Lance handed her a folder.
“You got the contract signed?” Catherine took it, flipped it open, and saw Harrison’s signature.
Lance started the car, his eyebrows lifted just a little, and he looked like he was in an especially good mood.

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