Henry clapped Xavier on the shoulder, curiosity lighting up his face. “So, what were you two chatting about just now?”
“Nothing much, just making small talk.” Xavier looked up at Ian.
Ian raised an eyebrow in agreement. “Yeah, just small talk.”
Henry glanced at both of them, clearly skeptical. He wasn’t convinced.
“Let’s hear about your island project. What’s the board’s take on it?” Xavier asked, steering the conversation away.
Henry rubbed his temples, already feeling a headache brewing. “Those old men only care about short-term profits. It’s a headache, honestly.”
The three continued discussing the island development, tossing ideas and complaints back and forth until two o’clock, when Ian and Xavier had to head back to the office for a meeting.
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That evening, Eleanor returned home and noticed the gift Mansfield had sent over again—small, elegant, and genuinely lovely.
At half past six, she received a message from him:
“Home yet? Did you like the present?”
She replied, “I loved it. Thank you.”
“When you have some free time, I’d love to take you and Evelyn out to dinner,” Mansfield said.
“Sure! But for now, spend some time with your family,” Eleanor replied. After all, it wasn’t often he got to be at home with his grandmother.
“Will do!”
Their chat ended, and Eleanor headed to her study to review the day’s data.
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