Our gazes locked, and the secretary's brow furrowed with displeasure.
He was about to demand "How did you get here?" when Jerry Sean emerged, grinning as he said, "Mason Raymond, take it easy and don't stress yourself out too much."
"I get it, Jerry Sean." I gave him a respectful bow.
Watching our exchange, the secretary's expression darkened further, and he bit back whatever he'd planned to say.
It was obvious that Mabel Sean wasn't the only one who favored me—the real power behind the Sean family also held me in high regard.
What position did a simple secretary have to object?
"Mr. Raymond, please... step into the car." The secretary pulled open the car door for me.
Thank God I wasn't the type to hold grudges, so I kept my mouth shut and slid into the vehicle.
The car sped toward the gathering.
During the ride, Mabel Sean explained that these social events were common in their world.
