Elliot sat in his office, flipping through documents from Presgrave Corporation, his focus sharp, his presence calm—like an Alpha in control of every inch of his territory.
Then his phone rang.
He reached for it without hesitation. "Hello, Grandma."
Harriet's voice flowed through the line, warm yet purposeful. "Elliot, I asked Mark to pass you an invitation card for the banquet. I want you to give it to Anastasia on my behalf."
His brows lifted slightly.
"You're inviting her?" he asked, though something in his tone suggested he already knew the answer.
"She agreed to come," Harriet replied. "I'm creating opportunities for you, Elliot. Don't waste them. And I'm not inviting Hayley."
There it was.
Clear.
Deliberate.
Elliot leaned back slightly, his gaze darkening in thought. His grandmother rarely interfered so directly unless she was certain of something.
And right now…
She was certain about me.
"Alright," he said finally. "I understand."
