Chapter Eight: Drawing a Line

Celine "Your next meeting with Mr. Trevor Lawrence is scheduled for tomorrow evening. I will text you the location and time once confirmed." I wanted to groan. My hands paused on the keyboard. My stomach churned at the information. I already knew we would meet again. I hated this feeling of incapability. I had struggled to always be in control, so admitting defeat to my Grandpa rubbed off on me in the wrong way. "Did you hear me, Director Holden?" "I'm not deaf," I quipped. Rachel bit her tongue. "The delay in plans about the rendezvous is to keep it from getting into the hands of the reporters. The Chairman wanted your date to be as memorable and peaceful as it could be." I stifled the urge to roll my eyes. As if he wasn't the one behind our non-existent relationship going public in the first place. "You should head home too, Director. You have been working too hard since the news got out about you and Mr. Trevor Lawrence. Should I make reservations at a hotel for you, since