"Excuse me?" Stella asked.
"Sharp tongue. No filter. Always suspicious." His smirk widened. "And for the record, locking the door was for confidentiality. You'd be shocked how many ears this floor has."
"Oh, don't worry, I'm already shocked enough for the day," She smiled.
He chuckled, then leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
"Evelyn trusts you. That's enough for me. You'll be attending the meeting with your mother. Keep a low profile, listen carefully, and don't let anyone know you're involved in this."
"Right," Stella muttered. "Keep secrets, smile in public, and pretend I don't know anything. Easy."
"Good."
Joseph closed the laptop and stood. "One more thing, Stella."
She raised a brow. "What now? You're not going to hand me a spy gadget, are you?"
"Tempting. But no." He laughs. "You just need to agree to whatever I say in the meeting."
Stella can't help but laugh, looking at how serious he was now, "You're making this feel like a crime thriller."
