"Shopping," I said, and I could almost see her eyebrow arch through the phone. "I had a massive car-buying spree planned anyway. We're talking a fleet. So we can absolutely handle your family's twenty-billion-dollar little oopsie and have a damn good time doing it. Consider it a hostile takeover of retail therapy."
The silence that followed was priceless. I could feel her brain short-circuiting. Is he serious? Is this a joke? How do you solve an corporate assassination during a shopping trip?
"You genuinely believe you can fix a twenty-billion-dollar crisis... while test-driving supercars?" The hope in her voice was battling a tidal wave of sheer disbelief.
"I believe I have a few solutions your father's board of directors hasn't even thought of yet, or never will." I leaned back, the thrill of the challenge warming my blood.
"Trust me on this one, My Queen."
