Too Late For Regret, Mr. Carlson

heavy mahogany, a barrier meant t

it open and

k, signing a stack of doc

r coffee," he

er mind was strangely clear. The pain in her side had sha

older on top of the d

he blue folder for a second before

her invoice for one

a divorce agreement, Jense

m of the central air. Jensen stared at her.

the pages with a look of utter boredom.

waived her rights to the spousal support. He didn't see

, Alexia, talk to the CFO. Don'

the folder. "I don't want your money. I'

second, uncertainty flickered in his eyes. But he

? Le

desk. He towered over her. He smel

e," he said softly. "You like the credit cards. Y

neteen. The man she had given up a PhD for. The man she had written cod

it," she said. "I j

He grabbed the fo

etime contract. We have a merger pending.

shredder in the c

Alexia said, but

. The grinding noise was loud, viole

sting his hands off.

growl. "Stop acting like a child. Go home. Get ready for th

d his ba

er because he loved her. He kept her because he owned her.

her copy," s

urn around.

She closed the door

giving way. She slid down until she was crouching on th

ain, she felt som

e shaking so hard she could barely type. She scroll

son in the Carlson family who hated Jen

ar

he phone

when he answered