"Forget it. I need to figure out how to make it up to Herbert," Starla said, a troubled look on her face. Herbert had nothing to do with this, yet he was caught in the crossfire.
"How else? Take him out to dinner. It's the least you can do."
"Does Herbert really need a meal from me?" Starla countered.
"It's a basic gesture of gratitude," Tanya insisted. It wasn't about need. A man like Herbert, with the Farley family fortune and his own thriving international businesses, didn't need anything from anyone.
After Tanya left for work, promising to come back that night, Starla thought it over and decided to call Herbert. He answered almost immediately. "Starla."
His voice was magnetic, with a warm, gentle quality.
"Fairfax is probably on his way to see you," she warned.
There was a brief pause on his end.
"Um, are you free for lunch? My treat."
"It's probably not a good idea for you to be out right now, is it?" Herbert asked, his tone considerate. He was aware of her current situation.
"Come to Cosmos Summit. How about you come over now?"
If Herbert wasn't at his home when Fairfax arrived, they could avoid another confrontation.
Herbert understood immediately. A faint smile touched his lips. "Alright."
He agreed, not just to the lunch, but to her unspoken plan to help him steer clear of Fairfax.
After he hung up, Rudolf entered the room and was surprised to see the rare smile on Herbert's face. When had his boss learned to smile like that?
"Sir, Fairfax is here."
At the mention of the name, Herbert's smile vanished instantly. It seemed a confrontation was unavoidable after all.
"Let him in."
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