So Close

Sophia

As I said I would, I called Mr. Walters’s office first thing in the morning. He wasn’t getting away from me now that I was so close. Showing up to his business later in the day had worked to my advantage. I didn’t have to sit there all day like I knew he thought I would. If I followed him to his favorite cafe—information given to me by Maddox—he would know I would follow him to work.

I hadn’t talked to his employees. It was a lie. Though I did try. None of them wanted anything to do with me. Whether that was because of his influence or not, I didn’t know. I knew he was stubborn. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that.

As much as Matt said I had charm, my charm was the cute and annoying type. One thing that made me so successful—minus a promotion—was my persistence, which worked well up against stubbornness.

To my surprise, his secretary had the information to give me.

“Reservation at Chez Vous at seven-thirty,” she said. “The reservation is under Mr. Walters.”

At the very least,