The next day, Sebastian flew to Cloudmere.
There was an urgent company matter to handle, so the gift Mrs. Richards had prepared had been sitting at the villa for days, still not delivered to the Harmon family.
Halden & Co. branch, President's Office.
Sebastian leaned back in his chair, rubbing his forehead lightly. Ms. Woods stepped in, placing a stack of documents on the desk, speaking softly, "Mr. Richards, these need your signature."
He flipped open the files and signed absentmindedly. "No dinners arranged tonight, right?"
She shook her head. "Everything's been settled. You just have a speech at the art festival kickoff this Saturday as a guest."
Sebastian gave a small nod.
Stuff like that was mostly a city formality anyway-company donates money, he shows up to sa
