Lirael’s POV

“How’s the project going?” Raphael asked.

“It’s moving along. We’re almost ready to sign off on several preliminary designs.” It was late, and Raphael, Nathan, and I were probably the last ones left in the building. Nathan stayed in his office, but Raphael and I ran into each other heading to the elevator. We decided to ride down together.

“How’s marketing?” I asked.

He shrugged, scowling. “We’re doing our best to drown out the bad press about Dad’s ...