"I think you’re forgetting something, Aaron. My relationship with Lance isn’t just about work."
Aaron looked at her, puzzled. "But you and Lance are divorced. And even if you liked him—which you claim you don’t—Lance doesn’t feel that way about you. There’s no way you could come between him and Adelina. Why can’t Adelina see that?"
Catherine just stared at him, not knowing what to say.
"Aaron, maybe you should put your energy into your work," she finally said. She just couldn’t get through to him, no matter how hard she tried.
Aaron nodded. "Oh, right. By the way, Lance won’t be in today. He’s got something to handle. So it’s just you and me going to dinner with Larry from Vertex International tonight."
"Alright," Catherine replied, glancing at the office door, which was tightly shut.
Ever since Adelina came back, Lance’s work schedule had become unpredictable. Things rarely went by the book anymore. SilverLeaf Industries had worked with Vertex International for years, and Lance always handled those meetings himself.
Tonight, though, he had sent Catherine and Aaron. Larry, their longtime contact, didn’t look happy.
"If Lance is busy, we can reschedule," Larry said, barely hiding his annoyance.
Aaron poured himself another drink. "Lance had something urgent come up. He didn’t want to cancel and risk delaying our partnership, so he sent us instead. Please, Larry, let’s just have this dinner. I promise, Lance will set up another meeting with you soon."
Larry’s expression softened a little. "It’s just that there are a few points in the contract I wanted to discuss in more detail."
Catherine immediately pulled the contract from her bag. "If there’s anything you’d like to add or change, just let me know. I’ll take notes and talk to Lance as soon as we’re back. You’ll have a clear answer first thing tomorrow."
When it came to her job, Catherine was the best. Nobody said otherwise—not even Aaron, who knew he couldn’t match her.
So they divided the work. Aaron handled the drinking and small talk while Catherine focused on business.
At the table, the two men kept refilling each other’s glasses. Catherine, in her crisp white blouse and loose black pants, sat calmly, hair pulled back in a neat ponytail. She looked both polished and relaxed.

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