Isla's question landed, and silence stretched on the other end for a beat.
"I'm calling because I need you to set up a meeting with Grayson."
"..."
She's asking me a favor, and the tone still manages to sound like an order.
"Set up dinner with Grayson for me, and I'll let you see your grandmother this weekend."
"!"
Isla's expression went dead serious. Her grip on the phone tightened, focus sharpening instantly.
She'd seen her grandmother in person maybe twice in the last year, six-month intervals, and even then only when the Bennetts brought her along. Every other check-in came through a five-minute video call, biweekly at best.
"Fine! But just so you know, Grayson's extremely particular about food. If you want to impress him, you need to pick somewhere top-tier."
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