Vanessa noticed.
Until ten minutes earlier, she would have assumed someone so casually dressed couldn’t be important.
Now she was watching him thank a server while two of the evening’s most influential men waited for him to speak.
Brandon leaned toward her.
“What did you say to him?”
“Nothing serious.”
“Vanessa.”
“I asked who invited him.”
Brandon stared.
“Why?”
“Because he looked like he might be working here!”
Graham heard that.
So did Daniel.
Brandon shut his eyes briefly.
“Please tell me you didn’t say that to his face.”
Vanessa’s expression tightened.
“Why are you making this my fault? You never told me what he looked like.”
Daniel spoke.
“Brandon, she didn’t need to know what I looked like.”
Brandon turned toward him.
“Of course not, sir. I’m terribly sorry.”
Daniel studied him.
“Sorry for what?”
“For the misunderstanding.”
“Which part did you misunderstand?”
Brandon hesitated.
Graham stepped forward.
“Daniel, perhaps we can discuss this in my study.”
Daniel nodded.
“That’s probably best.”
