All in her name

Drake’s POV

I sat at the head of the table, my commanding presence unusually tempered by the tranquil atmosphere of the breakfast. To my right sat Charlotte, her blonde hair pulled back into a neat bun, her sharp eyes scanning headlines off her tablet. Valerie was opposite her, stirring her tea absently, her fingers tracing the edge of the delicate porcelain cup.

"I'm going to go see my dad today," Charlotte said, setting her tablet down and reaching for her toast. Her tone was casual, but I knew her well enough to catch the undercurrent of meaning beneath.

I looked up, some spark of curiosity lighting in my eyes. "At his company?"

Charlotte nodded, reaching for her juice and taking a sip. "Yes, I have been meaning to speak with him about a few things." She paused, and after a hint of hesitation, she continued, "It's time I get more involved."

I raised an eyebrow, my fork stopping in mid-air. "Involved? With the company?

"Yes, Drake." Charlotte's eyes met his, direct and unruffled.