The invitation to dinner.
He’d been so lost in trying to figure out the fastest way to wrap up his pending tasks that he hadn’t even noticed Francis had called his assistant.
“Do you need me, Mr. Tanner?”
“Yes.”
“No.” Andrew stopped his pacing mid-step, frowning at his brother. They’d answered in perfect unison.
“Close the door, Johari. I think your boss could use a little help here.” What the hell? “He’s been staring at that screen since I got here, and he says he still has a mountain of work left. Is that true?”
Andre