Beyond the Divorce

I was taken aback and glanced at my phone. It showed an unfamiliar number. I answered, asking, "Who is this?"

"Looks like you're really busy, Mrs. Chloe. This is Lance," came the warm and gentle voice from the other end.

I focused immediately. "Mr. Lance, do you... have something to say?"

"Forgive the intrusion, Mrs. Chloe." The voice sounded pleasantly amused. "Could we meet? I'd like to discuss a collaboration with you."

"What kind of collaboration are you talking about?" I asked calmly.

After recent events, my impression of the Sunny family had hit rock bottom.

His approach immediately reminded me of his brother.

"The project in Solaris," Lance stated bluntly, sounding confident and assured.

I repeated with skepticism as

Solaris project, given your current situation. I wonder if you have any other ideas," Lance added, perhaps sensing my hesitation over the phone. "There are alternative ways to accomplish it that are easier and more discreet. Wouldn't that

as if my project in Solaris is something to be ashamed

despicable. They were attempting to snatch the project from every angle without

meet and discuss this further?" Lance urged. "Some things can't be explained over the

sorry, Mr. Lance, but as you know, I haven't been free to go out recently. I've delegated all company business to Ryan. But your proposed collaboration... is unlikely to work out. I don't have any other ideas

consider the Solaris project... Think it over. I'll wait for your call."

carefully," I replied with a

about what he had said. There was clearly more to them than

A project in Solaris?

he hinting at

the little one ran over, wobbling into

beat me to it, lifting