"Yes," Draco relaxed for a moment. "We're 3% below what we need, just the last little bit to pull through." Good Merlin, it was a genuine smile. It was clear that the man loved his work. "If we manage, we'll hold a big party in January."
He then paused.
Wait, this company? Not his company? He eyed her questionably. Normally, he'd peg her as absolutely absurd. But she seemed so sincere and composed in her questions that perhaps she somehow didn't know that he owned Galbraithe.
"Do you regularly read the Daily Prophet?" he asked casually, trying not to look astounded.