"Dad? Are you even listening to me?" Chase’s voice drifted down, sounding annoyed. "I’m talking about the future of the company here!"
Richard didn't break eye contact with her. He squeezed her hand once with a firm, possessive pressure before finally pulling back. He could not explain what drew him to her, and he wasn’t fighting it either.
"I’m listening, Chase!" Richard called out, his voice perfectly steady as he stood up. He offered a hand to Giselle, pulling her to her feet with an effortless pull. "I was just helping your wife save the rug. You should be more concerned about your clumsiness in the boardroom than a little spilled Cabernet."
Giselle stood there, her legs feeling jelly like. She clutched the stained napkin like a lifeline.
"I... I’m going to go get some soda water f
