“Why are you looking at me like that, Mr. York?”

Just as Dylan was about to respond, Imogen’s phone rang from her desk where she had left it. She looked at the caller ID and saw it was her mother calling, so she had no choice but to answer.

“Hey, mom.” She was busy with work and usually would not answer personal calls during office hours unless it was from her family, which usually meant something urgent. If there was no urgency, her parents would not call her.

“Are you free this weekend?” Leticia asked over the phone.

“What’s going on?”

“Tell me if you’re free first. I need you to do something for me.”

Imogen replied, “Does it have to be me? If not, please ask someone else. I have a client meeting scheduled for the weekend.”

“You're still meeting clients this weekend? Is Davidson Group really lacking business? Can’t you even rest on the weekend?” Leticia complained.

Her daughter went out early and came home late every day. Sometimes, even though they lived under the same r