Chapter 195

Dashiell stopped dead in his tracks, his face a mask of thunder. He shot Seth a baleful glare. ‘You called my mother?’ Seth, under the withering gaze, could only manage a sheepish shrug. He knew he was pushing his luck, way past the boundaries of a normal assistant-to-CEO relationship. But desperate times called for desperate measures. His boss glared at him for another beat, then sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. ‘Fine,’ he muttered, snatching the phone. Seth released a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. He knew he was on thin ice, but if there was anyone who could talk Dashiell down from this ledge, it was Miriam. Dashiell sucked in a deep breath, his shoulders slumping slightly as he finally spoke. ‘Hi, Mom.’ ‘Dash, I heard about the plane crash!’ Miriam’s voice crackled with barely contained panic over the speakerphone. ‘It’s so shocking! So many passengers! How are you holding up? Is there anything…?’ ‘I’m fine, Mom,’ Dashiell cut her off gently. ‘But...’ ‘Bu