"Hmm, my bad." Caleb Mamet looked at her indulgently, then hesitated before speaking: "I have to go to Fenlon tomorrow morning and will probably be back in a week."
Xaviera Evans's face fell: "Tomorrow morning? What's so urgent?"
Usually, Caleb would arrange business trips a few days in advance, but this time there was barely any preparation time. It was already evening, but he suddenly announced he'd be leaving in the morning. It seemed odd.
Caleb didn't directly answer her question, instead changing the subject: "While I'm on this trip, is there anything you want me to bring back for you?"
Xaviera thought seriously for a moment. Inside her room were mountains of jewelry and cosmetics, and clothes filled the entire closet. She shook her head: "No, I don't lack anything."
"Mrs. Mamet, the project I'm negotiating this time is an eight hundred million dollars order. I'm earning all this money just for you to spend, yet you want nothing?"
