"Yeah." Amelia Johnson glanced toward the door, thinking Damien Taylor had already left.
Richard Johnson gave her a nudge and said half-jokingly, "You, go call Mr. Taylor in for a bit, don’t let him just sit in the car!"
"He’s probably busy. I don’t want to keep him," Amelia said, her eyes following the black Bentley parked outside. Damien didn’t seem like he planned to leave. "I’ll go ask him."
As she approached the car, the window rolled down.
"Mr. Taylor, my dad’s inviting you in. But if you're swamped, maybe another time." Amelia looked genuinely uneasy about bothering him.
Damien unfastened his seatbelt. "I’m not busy."
"But you worked overtime last night," Amelia mumbled, remembering how he’d fallen asleep from exhaustion after staying up late.
Damien pushed th
