The change of subject struck me as odd.
“You mean my new nanny?” I wasn’t surprised me that Anton knew about her. He’d always had a way of finding things out, keeping his ear to the ground.
“That’s the one. Good to see that Willa’s going to have someone around. The girl needs a mother figure.”
I wasn’t sure why he was bringing April up, but if it meant we wouldn’t talking about my plans for the business, then it was fine with me.
“She’s sharp, good with Willa. Plan is to give her a trial run, see how she works out.”
“Hope she does. You’re going to be very busy in the weeks ahead.”
“You’re right about that.”
Anton shook his head. “Jason, is there anything I can do to talk you out of this? It’s not too late.”
“Not a chance. And Anton, you need to decide if you’re on board. If so, then I’m happy for your help. But if not…I’m afraid you’re going to be left behind.”
Anton took in a slow breath. “Then I’m afraid we have nothing more to discuss. It’s your company, and your father knew you’d run it as you saw fit. But if he saw what you were planning…I suppose it doesn’t matter—you’re as stubborn as he was.”
Anton rose and gestured to the door. I followed him out through the apartment.
“Just keep in mind that this decision won’t be taken lightly. Whatever happens next…that’s on you, son.”
There was ice in his tone. He opened the front doors, and I stepped out.
And as I made my way down the streets of Manhattan, an evening chill in the air, I wondered whether he’d just given me a warning…or a threat.