Aria's POV
On the drive back, my phone buzzed in my purse. I assumed it was Damian—I'd texted him the moment I left the venue, like I always did.
I'd even mentioned running into Julian Cross, knowing full well that Sentinel Energy was positioned as a direct competitor to some of Damian's Crown-backed ventures.
But when I answered, a woman's voice cut through the line instead.
"Aria."
I stiffened. Sylvia.
Sylvia had never called me directly before. It was always Nathan she went through—some careful buffer of distance she liked to keep between us. Her calling me herself already told me something was wrong.
"Your grandfather wants to see you."
Grandfather? My mind snagged on the word. She had to mean my father's adoptive father—there was no one else it could be. But
