Chapter forty eight.

Tyson looked up at him, a look of confusion on his face. "Is there a problem?" he asked, his voice friendly but questioning.

Adrian stepped forward, his eyes narrowed. "Yes, there's a problem," he said. "You can't just take my employee out for lunch without my permission. What kind of game are you playing here?"

I quickly stepped between them, my hands raised in a calming gesture.

I was taken aback by Adrian's anger.

"Adrian, I'm sorry if this seems inappropriate," I began, trying so hard to sound convincing. "But I assure you, it's purely business, Mr Tyson has expressed interest in my marketing campaign, and thought it would be a good opportunity to discuss it in a more informal setting."

Adrian looked skeptical, his eyes darting between me and Tyson. "And what's your interest in this, Mr Tyson?" he asked, his tone still suspicious.

Tyson's expression was calm, his eyes narrowed slightly. "My interest is solely in Emily's work, and nothing else," he said, his voice level and clear.