ELLA'S POV

My hands played around my coffee mug as I sat across from Mr. Gold on the window side booth of a small restaurant.

"So?" His brows raised. "What's so important that you had to tell me in person."

"..."

"It's important that you make this snappy." He glanced at his wristwatch. "I don't have all day."

"Mr. Gold..." I paused for a moment, because what I was about to do now was something that would influence the condition of things, either positively or negatively.

"Your brother and I have been in touch for a long time now."

His eyes narrowed. "What do you mean by that?"

"I.. I...