“Your highness?” His PA’s voice on the intercom broke into his thoughts. “There’s an Emma Whitley on the line? She’s not on the list, but—”
It was true he had no clear policy about taking calls from children. And Emma would know how to talk his PA around.
“I’ll take the call, and Edith? Add her to the list. Also add Ellie Whitley to the list.”
“Yes, sir.”
Rafiq hit the speaker phone function. “Hello, Emma.”
There was a pause. “I’m not sure what I should call you.”
“You can call me Rafiq.”
“That’s good. That your highness stuff is a bit sick making.”
Rafiq chuckled. “Yes, it is.” He leaned back in his chair. “What can I do for you, Emma?”
Something was up. Ellie could feel it down to her bones. Em had never, ever invited a friend to dinner. That she’d been evasive about this friend
