He kept a close eye on Matthew, trying to read his mood as he spoke. “Matthew wanted to check out Vista Tech, see if their platform can handle the Blade system. We figured we’d come find you.”
Typical—always looking for an in.
Matthew’s eyes flashed with a trace of sarcasm. He turned to Reese. “Let’s go. We’ll check it out together.”
Bailey hesitated, clearly uneasy. “Matthew, is Reese… coming too?”
“Why? Is Vista Tech not welcoming her?” Matthew arched an eyebrow, his tone unmistakably icy. “Because if that’s the case, then forget it. I’ll just assume Vista Tech’s platform can’t run Blade.”
Bailey’s face changed instantly. He rushed over, grabbing Matthew’s arm. “No, no, don’t get the wrong idea! That’s not what I meant at all!”
“It’s just that… Reese is still Mr. Ratcliff’s wife. If word gets out she’s with us on business, it might not look good for you.”
“Whether it looks good or not isn’t up to you,” Matthew replied, his face darkening at the mention of Sebastian. “So, are we going or not?”
“Let’s go,” Bailey said quickly, making an awkward gesture for them to move ahead.
Reese just smirked, stepping toward the elevator without waiting for anyone.
Matthew watched her with a half-smile, then followed.
Bailey caught up to Matthew, dropping his voice. “Matthew, Reese is stubborn and proud. She’s really not worth your time.
“Besides, she only has eyes for Mr. Ratcliff. I doubt she really cares about you. She’s probably just trying to use you for her own ends. Don’t let her fool you.”
“My business isn’t yours to worry about, Mr. Meyer,” Matthew cut in, shooting Bailey a warning look before stepping into the elevator behind Reese.
When they got to the car, Matthew held the door for Reese first, then stood outside, his stare practically drilling holes in Bailey.
“If you really don’t want us both there, Mr. Meyer, then—”
Bailey panicked, waving his hands. “No! Matthew, I swear, that’s not what I meant! Let’s go, let’s go now, straight to Vista Tech!”
He hurried into the elevator, glaring at Reese as he passed.
Reese didn’t even glance her way, just kept walking straight into the building.
Sofia tried to get in another jab, but Bailey shot her a glare that shut her up.
Sofia pursed her lips, but she didn’t dare argue. She turned toward Matthew, forcing out, “Matthew, I’m sorry. I was just joking. Don’t take it to heart.”
“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” Matthew’s voice was cold, his eyes on Reese. He left no room for argument. “You owe her an apology.”
Sofia’s expression froze. She stared at Matthew in disbelief, then glanced at her father for help.
Bailey ignored her desperate look. He leaned in and muttered, “Just apologize. Don’t make things worse.”
Sofia bit her lip, glaring daggers at Reese’s back, and squeezed out the words, “I’m sorry.”

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