“What are you standing there for? Pull out a chair for Ms. Gilmore and get her some coffee,” Dylan Wilder prompted his brother.
For once, Jude swallowed his pride. He rose and pulled out a chair for Noreen, inviting her to sit.
“Why, thank you,” Claire Chase said, plopping down into the seat with a cheeky grin. It wasn’t every day that Mr. Jude Wilder personally pulled out a chair for someone, and she was going to enjoy it, just to see if it felt any different.
Jude’s face darkened, and he was about to lash out when a thought stopped him cold. He had moved mountains just for Dylan to arrange this meeting with Noreen. Claire was her best friend, and offending her was the same as offending Noreen. He had to endure it. Gritting his teeth, he pulled out another chair.
“Thank you,” Noreen said, gracefully taking her seat.
Jude then scurried to prepare the coffee. Just as he was about to hand a cup to Noreen, Claire’s hand shot out to intercept it.
He clenched his jaw. *Patience.*
Claire took a sip and offered a thoughtful critique. “Excellent coffee.” It was impossible to tell if she was complimenting the drink or taking a veiled jab at him. Even if it was the latter, he had to pretend he didn’t understand and dutifully poured another cup for Noreen.
Noreen let the coffee sit untouched. Dylan gave Jude a pointed look, signaling him to begin.
Jude quickly launched into his pitch, explaining that Seymour Group was eager to partner with Winrich. Noreen listened without giving any clear indication of her thoughts. Growing anxious, Jude shot several pleading glances at Dylan.
“You’ve probably heard about Seymour Group’s situation,” Dylan finally interjected. “Development has stalled over the past couple of years, and things aren’t looking good.”
“Since we’re being direct,” Noreen said, her voice calm and steady as she addressed Jude, “I’ll ask you one question, Mr. Wilder. Given Seymour Group’s condition, why should Winrich partner with you?”



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