ISAAC'S POV
My phone buzzed against the kitchen counter. I glanced at the screen - a text from Imogen.
Don't come. Stay away from the apartment. You're interim CEO now. Can't have scandal following you too. I'll figure this out.
"Fuck that," I muttered, grabbing my keys.
I scrolled through my contacts and hit Vera's number. She picked up on the second ring.
"Isaac? What's wrong?"
"I know you have an off day today but I need you to come to the house. Now. Can you watch Joseph and my mother?"
"Of course. Is everything okay?"
"Just come. Please."
Joseph looked up from his pancakes, syrup still smeared across his cheek. "Is something wrong?"
I forced a smile. "Everything's fine. I just need to step out for a bit."
He nodded and went back to his breakfast. Kids were good at accepting simple answers when you delivered them with enough confidence.
