Page 6 of Secret Heir For The Billionaire Twin

"I've never been worried about that."

Her confidence settles somewhere deep in my chest, replacing the uncertainty that had begun creeping in since she first mentioned Blackwell. The assignment is enormous. There's no denying that. If I do this well, people will notice. If I don't...well, people will notice that too.

"When do they want me?" I ask.

"Today."

I glance toward the clock.

"Today?"

"You're meeting Adrian at 10:00 AM."

I laugh in disbelief.

"Grace..."

"I know."

"I haven't even packed a bag."

"There's a car waiting to take you to New York in an hour."

I shake my head, smiling despite myself.

"You arranged all of this before calling me?"

"I did."

"So you were completely confident I'd say yes?"

"I was completely confident you'd recognize an extraordinary opportunity when it landed in your lap."

She isn't wrong. This is exactly the kind of story I've spent years hoping would eventually find me. I just never expected it to happen on an otherwise ordinary Tuesday morning.

"I'll leave from the apartment," I confirm.

"I figured you would," she responds.

"You know me too well."

"I've had plenty of practice."

I smile to myself. Grace has been my editor for nearly five years now, but the relationship has long since grown beyond assignment emails and deadline reminders. She knows I think better from my own space than I ever could sitting at a newsroom desk, and she stopped pretending otherwise years ago.

"There is one more thing," she says.

"There's always one more thing."

"I want you to remember who you are before you walk through those doors."

My smile fades slightly.

"They're billionaires, Sophie. They're influential. They're respected. They have more resources than most governments. None of that changes your job."

"It won't."

"I know it won't, but I'm saying it anyway."