The CEO's Regret: Too Late To Beg

was bought

m financial scandal to hero worship. Bennett had won.

nscious, being loaded into an ambulance outside the stock exchange. He had collapsed

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to the airport. My flight was in four hours. I watched the screen as Elia stepped up

trembling perfectly. "He promised me he would win, and he

a circus, and I was no

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t just startle

lobby. He shouldn't have been there. He should h

ndage peeking out from the collar of his shirt. He

gnoring the alarmed st

a question; it was an accusation. H

night," I said.

ght with an unhealthy, manic energy. "Did you

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se. He reached into his pocket with his g

hort, painful rasps. "I made the driver stop. It's a promise rin

sat on a velvet cushion. It was gaudy. It was expensiv

want it

died, Kelsey. I was in that boardroom for forty-eight hours straight. I bled fo

ss in his eyes. "Bennett, you didn't come here because you missed me. You came here because you need an audience for you

d. "That's

d. "Give it to Elia. I

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because I hurt your feelings at the gala. Fine. I'll wait. But don't t

the plan

st heaving. Then he laug

ut of money in a month, and you'll come crawling back. And m

mping slightly. He looked vic

ut it didn't come. I felt nothing. No ange

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