Victor's phone buzzed again on his desk. He had barely recovered from the last call when his eyes caught the name flashing across the screen. His heart skipped.
Sophie.
The same Sophie who could charm a room with a smile and declare war the moment you crossed her. He cleared his throat, adjusted his tie as if it would help, and picked the call.
"Hello, Uncle Victor," came the sweet, singsong voice that could melt anyone on a normal day—but today, it made him nervous.
"Hello, my princess," he replied, matching her tone with forced calm.
"Where are you?" she asked sweetly.
Victor blinked. This was it. The setup.
"Umm… I'm at work, sweetheart. Do you have something for me?" he said playfully, trying to keep it light.
Sophie didn't skip a beat. "Are you in New York?"
Victor inhaled slowly. He'd seen this coming. "Well, umm… princess, it was kind of an emergency. I didn't know I'd be flying in so soon."
