“I spoke to my associate late last night, and we agreed we have everything we need for the upcoming schedule.”

I paused with my fork halfway to my plate.

“What schedule?”

“Just the quarterly financial reviews,” he said smoothly, taking a sip of his juice.

“Nothing for you to worry your head about.”

He pulled a cream-colored envelope from his jacket pocket and set it beside my glass.

“What is that?” I asked.

“Two tickets to the Crestview botanical gardens for two o’clock,” he said.