Clara, still frozen behind her desk, felt her brain short-circuit.
The reason the company exists? How can that be? Mr. Goldfield built Iris Bionic from the ground up. Everyone knows that.
How could this stranger have anything to do with—
But she didn't get to finish the thought, because Luca was already speaking again.
"Enough about that. How is Iris? Is she doing well? Healthy?"
Winston's face brightened.
"She's wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! We have grandchildren now, you know."
Luca's eyebrows shot up. "Really?"
"Of course! It's been thirty years, Luca! What did you expect?" He began counting on his fingers. "Four sons, two daughters, and a whole herd of grandchildren running around. They're all in different countries now, doing their own things."
"My youngest just started university. Can you believe it?"
"That's...that's incredible, Winston." Luca's smile was warm with genuine happiness.
"Leave that aside. What's really surprising is YOU."
