Chapter Fifty-Seven

I was wrong.

My mother reacted better than I thought, even a little too well for my comfort. I despise the fact that I couldn’t read her as well as she read me. She told me her thoughts through the expression on her face, because she never had any expression on her face. She was always so composed and straight. It was chilling.

Fortunately for me and unfortunately for her, none of us—neither I nor Hermione—took after her in this aspect. I think I was a good businessman, but she would always beg to differ. I was the worst businessman alive, and that was solely because I did not know how to land cold deals like her or trick partners into doing business with us while we gained more and they just lost.

I was even too tired to think of why she was so composed when I had just given her the most shocking news of the century.

“Lana West is the CEO.” I had announced. “And for that, I’m sorry, but I could not get her to agree to a meeting.”

She had simply taken a sip from the china set on t