Relief fills her voice. “That’s it? You had me worried there. Take a day off, of course. Take two, if you need. Victoria will cover for you.”
“She doesn’t have to, Mama. We have good people working for us. They will handle it.”
“Or the meetings can be postponed,” she says, completely ignoring my interjection. “If we have to, that's what we’ll do.”
“Do not postpone the meetings. Anita and Rafal are more than capable of dealing with this.”
My words finally get through. “The Pardini meeting, okay. Acra, fine. But the Minsk negotiations are important, Damien. I’ll have your sister do it.” Her voice softens. “Get some rest, mijo. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Twenty minutes later, I get a text from Vicky.
I have to attend the Minsk meetings? Damien, what the hell? Tonight was date night. Miguel and I haven't gone out for three months.
I take a deep breath and type out a reply.
Go on your date night. I’ll handle it.
Nothing changes. Nothing ever does. Thank fuck for lunch with Sophia.