"We're leaving tomorrow," Raven said that evening as he leaned back slightly in his chair.
The living room was quiet except for the soft clicking of Missy's laptop keyboard and the occasional rustle of papers spread across the coffee table. Several antique catalogs, shipping records, and handwritten notes were scattered between them after hours of reviewing items for Raven's upcoming exhibition.
Missy slowly lifted her head.
"We?"
Her brows knitted together immediately.
"You mean… I'm going too?"
Raven looked at her as though the answer should have been obvious.
"This is a business trip, and you are my assistant."
His tone was calm. Matter-of-fact.
Then he added, almost lazily,
"Who else am I supposed to bring?"
Missy blinked.
"Well… I don't know. Henry? Another employee?"
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Raven's lips.
"None of them are you."
Missy froze for half a second.
That answer felt unnecessarily dangerous.
