CHAPTER 185

Dacre’s pov

From the doorway, Renee, who apparently hadn’t gone far, piped up. “You’re going to the company?”

My mother’s smile was thin. “As I said. I just have a feeling. The markets are volatile. I only want to see how things are going. I’ll see you at nine sharp. Don’t be late.”

My mother turned and left with Renee as I sighed and leaned over the railing. Here we go again.

***

I got out of the house with the company agenda burning in my mind.

I looked ahead to see my limo in the distance as I sighed when I saw them by the car.

There, standing beside the car like they were waiting for a photoshoot, were my mother and Renee. Both were dressed not for a day at the office, but for a corporate fashion spread. My mother in a severe, ice-blue power suit, Renee in a blush-pink dress and heels that were utterly impractical for anything but looking decorative.

I stopped short, my briefcase hanging at my side. “What is this?” I asked in a flat voice.

My mother offered a thin, practiced smil