Derrick could feel the intensity of the man’s gaze, a silent interrogation playing out between them. The café, bustling moments before, seemed to fade into the background. Derrick knew this wasn’t a charade he could easily back out of now. He was committed, even if just for the day.
Emily’s father, Mr. Lawson, was a formidable figure. His presence commanded the room, his reputation preceding him as a shrewd businessman with a knack for reading people. Derrick had seen men like him before—men who valued power and control above all else. He knew he had to play his part convincingly.
“Derrick, is it?” Mr. Lawson’s voice was steady, but there was an edge to it, a challenge hidden beneath the pleasantries. “Emily didn’t mention much about you.”
