The success of the Avalon acquisition had kept me busy for the past week, diving deep into restructuring plans and market analysis. I was in the middle of reviewing sustainable textile supplier contracts when Harrison appeared in the doorway of my new office at Silverstone headquarters—a space Damon had insisted I needed after my role in the company became official.
"Mrs. Silverstone," Harrison said, his usually impeccable composure showing slight strain. "There's a gentleman here to see you. He says it's urgent and personal."
Something in his tone put me immediately on guard. "What gentleman?"
"Mr. Adrian Cross, ma'am. He's quite insistent about speaking with you privately."
