Callum scowled at her, and Kinga knew he was debating whether to scold her for hijacking his agenda. “I saw that. And I am pleased with the publicity his comeback has generated.”
So was she...for now. “But if they’d spend a little more time talking about the ball and the Ryder Foundation and less about Griff O’Hare’s exploits, I’d be grateful,” Kinga said.
“I’m still being touted as the person who persuaded him to come out of retirement, so I have no issue with the press coverage,” Callum told her.
Of course, he didn’t. But when O’Hare messed up, Callum would throw Kinga to the press wolves. Despite frequently telling the world that his family meant everything to him, her grandfather always put himself first.
“I have some ideas about the songs I want O’Hare to sing,” Callum stated.
Kinga swallowed her groan. She and Griff had exchanged at least a dozen emails arguing about who had creative control over his set list, with him threatening to walk unless she butted out. So she’d butted out.
Now Callum, who obviously hadn’t read the contract, wanted to butt back in.
“That’s not going to happen, Callum. Griff won’t tolerate any interference with his creative control of the performance,” Kinga told him, enjoying his shocked expression. In Griff, Callum might just have found someone equally stubborn. The thought amused her. And turned her on.
Honestly? Everything about O’Hare turned her on.
“That’s not acceptable. I will have my way.”
“Not this time you won’t,” Kinga shot back. “If you interfere, he walks and we don’t have a performer.”
“Who the hell drew up that damn contract?” Callum shouted, his face flushed with temper.
Kinga leaned back in her chair and smiled. “You did, Callum. I sent you a memo detailing my concerns, and control of his set list was one of them. I was surprised to see that you signed it with no alterations.”
“I...what...how—” Callum blustered.
Tinsley kicked her ankle and Kinga’s smile faded. Right, baiting the bear was never a clever tactic.
“Have you received the DNA tests back yet, Callum?” Tinsley asked him, changing the subject yet again. Kinga sent her a grateful smile.
“This family seems to forget that I have an agenda to follow,” Callum retorted. “But to answer your question, no, I have not. The laboratory sent me an email telling me that there was a snafu and our results would be delayed.”
“All of them?” James asked. Kinga heard the note of doubt in his voice and didn’t blame him. She could understand there being a problem with one sample but five? At the same time?
“Must we swipe the inside of our mouths again, Callum?” James asked.
“I would’ve told you if that was what was required.”
Kinga pulled a face at Callum’s terse tone and hauled in a series of calming breaths. It was going to be a long meeting and an even longer evening.