Damon covered the phone. “Someone at work thinks I do.”

“It’s our birthday.”

“I know.”

Violet watched him with the same guarded eyes she had carried on the airplane. Damon returned to the call. “Marcus, you’re leading the negotiations.” The executive on the other end protested loudly enough for Cassandra to hear.

Damon stayed calm. “You have full authority. Offer the revised schedule. If they refuse to deal with anyone except me, postpone the agreement.” More protests followed.

Damon looked at his children. “I am not getting on a plane today.”