Katherine clasped her hands together. "Oh, our Summer is *so* well-behaved and sensible! We would be honored."
Paul naturally attributed Summer's domineering behavior to years of trauma—of being oppressed by me. "I suggest you clear the irrelevant personnel from the premises."
Peter spotted me pinned to the ground and let out a barking laugh.
"See, Kate? You said this company would crumble without you. Looks like *you're* the only one crumbling today!" He jerked his chin toward the exit. "Get out."
Paul turned his attention back to Summer. "Mr. Gilbert also sends his apologies. The three-month delay was only because he wanted to clear his schedule... to spend more time with you." A practiced smile. "He says you are a rare talent."
Summer's smile faltered.
Three months?
She had only ever seen Mr. Gilbert in magazines.
But Logan and Katherine assumed their brilliant daughter had been secretly communicating with the CEO for weeks. They beamed with pride.
"Mr. Gilbert is on his way," Paul added. "He insisted on escorting you personally. Should be arriving any moment."
The blood drained from Summer's face.
