Chase POV
"I know you went to the factory."
The words were intended to have an effect on me. I turned, raising a brow, adjusting my sleeves as my father walked into my room, unbidden, Wilson looking apologetically at me from behind him. Sigh. Great. Just what I needed before our big date. I was practically bouncing on my toes with anticipation of seeing Sage again and now my father had to go and ruin it for me.
"I went and had a tour," I said evenly as I smoothed down my jacket.
"You mean you went and interfered in business that's not yours" my father growled, almost bright red in the face "May I remind you that you are not CEO of Textile Holdings yet" he challenged.
"Yet, father," I said calmly, as Wilson pointed meaningfully at his watch, his lips pursed in worry "but I intend to
