"Perhaps I should head back first," Max said, checking his watch as he finished the rest of his wine. "I have a few meetings early tomorrow. Will you leave as well, brother? Or will you stay here and deal with… that security breach your men have been busy with all evening?"
"I'll be staying here tonight to sort that matter out," Charles said, still calmly enjoying his wine. "Please, see yourself down, brother."
"Hm?" Max set the glass down, eyes flicking around. "Now that I think of it, I haven't seen your timid-looking assistant anywhere tonight. You know, the one with the umber hair you always send to escort me downstairs. What's her name again?"
"Camille?"
"Yes! Exactly her," Max exclaimed. "What happened to that woman? Isn't she always following you around?"
"She got reassigned," Charles replied coolly. "I sent her to work with the Head of Finance you met earlier. She's no longer fit to work with me."
