An hour later, Gavin texted again: "Meeting’s over."
No reply. So he sent another one: "This one’s serious, promise."
Grace raised an eyebrow, "Talk first. Depending on my mood, I might say yes."
"So here’s the thing..." Gavin laid out a plan and asked if she could fly over to Berlin. Grace blinked—Damn, this was a big deal.
She had to snoop—no, help.
"You sure your parents are on board?" She remembered his mom, Natalie—aka the woman who got tipsy and ran her mouth at dinner the last time Grace visited the Sterlings.
"My dad gave the silent nod. As long as I stay in Berlin and take over the business, he’s not gonna interfere. My mom... I’ll tell her after."
Whoa. That sounded juicy. Apparently no one knew except her. It made Grace feel kinda thrilled… and a little sneaky.
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