Chapter 18

She opened the message. Kenneth had replied: "On Friday, I’ll be accompanying Mr. Archer to meet a client at Aman. Miss Richards, maybe you could drop off the suit there." Claire: Huh? Her mind was about to overload with question marks. Julian wanted to meet her? At a hotel? And not just any hotel—a place so remote you could scream your lungs out and no one would hear. Seriously, what was this guy up to? Claire didn’t dare randomly guess. It wasn’t that she was scared per se—any normal person would think twice. The guy was unpredictable, and she wasn’t about to get caught up in something messy. She just wanted to focus on building her own thing. After thinking it through, she decided to take a page out of his book and leave him on read for now. Down in the parking garage, Kenneth sighed as he slipped the phone back into his pocket. Sure, no need to push, but he had the feeling Mr. Archer didn't see it that way. After all, Michael had said Claire was the one who approached for the job.