“Beatty?” Latham opened the door and stepped inside, clearly caught off guard.
Beatty offered a small smile. “Sorry for just dropping by without calling. I happened to be nearby, and since your office isn’t far, I thought I’d stop in for a bit. No big deal. Latham, are you free today?”
Latham didn’t say yes or no. “If you need something, just say it. If I can help, I will.”
Most people who came to see him were looking for a favor. But Beatty was one of the few who had helped him out when he really needed it, so Latham didn’t want to owe her anything.
“It’s not about me. It’s about your wife.”
Latham’s brows drew together. “My wife?”
“Yeah. Lately, she’s been trying to work with The George Group, but she’s hit a snag. I mentioned to her last time that going through you would make things easier, but she seemed a little resistant. So I figured I’d just come tell you myself.”
Latham knew Dorothea had been swamped at work. She’d been coming home late almost every night, always talking about her projects and plans to open new branches across the country. If she was dealing with The George Group, it probably had to do with funding.
It only took a few seconds for Latham to piece things together. He nodded, his tone cool. “Thanks. I’ll treat you to dinner sometime.”
Beatty felt a twinge of disappointment. She’d hoped that by showing up today, maybe she and Latham could grab lunch together. She hadn’t expected him to be so distant after getting married.
“Alright,” she said, trying to keep her voice light. “Next time, bring your wife.”
“Sure.”
Once Beatty left, Latham called his assistant in.
“Can you check if we have any current business with The George Group?”
“Yes, Latham. I think we’re about to renew a contract with them.”
“Put the renewal on hold.”
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