“Because I know what’s good for my best friend. And who knows, maybe he bribed me with something to ship you guys?” she replied, wiggling her brows.

Shaking my head, I chuckled at her words. And Beth joined me.

It wasn’t impossible Ace would do something like that. He has done crazier things before. Our mirth took a break when my mobile buzzed. A message popped up on the screen.

Seeing my sudden change of mood, Cassie straightened. “Who is it?”

“It’s Warner,” I replied, my eyes locked on the screen. Anxiety latched on my mind.

“What did he say?”

I looked up at her. “He’s coming.”

Once I was done blow drying my hair, I padded into my closet to choose a dress for tonight’s event.

Tonight, our company will sign the final contract for the upcoming deal with the Arabs. The defamation Antonio Raymond tried to stamp on Valencians was cleared sooner than it was even possible. Ace didn’t even let the news of Caleb’s getting arrested spread across the media. Though some of the journalists were present there that day, clearly, Achilles Valencian knew how to deal with troublemakers.

Now that Liza accepted her crime, everything went back to normal. The Arabs were too eager to work with our company. And on the occasion of our coming together with a project, they invited us for dinner at the hotel they were staying at.

Mr. Hakimi specifically requested my presence at the dinner with Ace tonight. And to my surprise, the boss wasn’t happy to tag me along. He didn’t want me to go there.

But he couldn’t dictate me in this matter. I was too excited to try the traditional Arab dishes to heed his grumbling. So he agreed at last, but only on one condition. He would come pick me up and during the entire time of our stay there, I’ll have to cling to him.

Not to forget, I’m not allowed to talk to any Arab guy about anything that doesn’t concern work.

Freaking crazy man!

Shaking my head at his ridiculous behavior, I searched for a suitable outfit for the night. Lots of choices but not impressive enough for me to decide.

Then something caught my eye between those heaps of clothes.

Pulling it out, I ran my hand over it. An involuntary smile tugged at my lips. His T-shirt. The same one I borrowed to change into after my blouse incident. I still didn’t return it to him. I didn’t want to. One secret maybe I wouldn’t ever tell him, I sometimes wear it at night when I can’t sleep. Oddly, it comforted me.

He was never going to get it back. Though I didn’t think he’d mind if I didn’t return this one shirt. He didn’t have any shortage of clothes.