Alexander
“Have you had a chance to think over everything we discussed?”
I winced and lowered the volume on my phone. Uncle Conrad’s booming voice served him well when commanding crowds of subordinates at the firm. But phone conversations with an individual who lacked volume control could be unpleasant.
“I have thought it over,” I told him. “It is not the right time to move our plan forward yet, Uncle.”
I glanced at the door that adjoined my office to the bedroom Fiona and I shared. She had still been fast asleep when I rose early and began my day, creeping around the room in the dark as quietly as I could. It was the weekend, and I hoped she would rest as much as possible this morning.
“Ah,” Conrad said, failing to mask the disappointment in his expressive voice. “I see.”
“We
