room swung open. Hadley walked in, dressed in a black Tom Ford pa
dozen pairs of eyes, belonging to the most po
in his jaw. He hadn't expected her here. Her seat on the board was a courtesy, a title he'd giv
irectly across from him, and op
on. One of his VPs was at the front of the room, clicking through a PowerPoint
er voice cutting through th
tartled. All eyes
r-not a comprehensive audit, but a carefully compiled collection of local news clippings and public environmental complaints-across the polished table t
lant in Ohio. It raised the distinct possibility of future class-action lawsuits and
ers began to whisper among themselves. The t
shot her a look that promised murder,
cially shelved, pending further investigation
the hell was that?" he hissed, his voice tight with fur
she replied, her voice icy. "I'm protecting the comp
leaving him seeth
Manhattan. He hadn't originally planned to take her case, but assessing a potential high-profile conflict-or measuring the leverage of a dangerous new adversary-was an essential p
ial agreement-painstakingly tape
set it down and sighed. "This is a fortress, Mrs. Jaco
unless she could prove "long-term, continuous, and
ding from the Tribeca apartment, and then calmly placed th
ne night of indiscretion. It's not enough to break the trust. He'll paint it as
e coffee cup felt
y as long as he remains rational. If you want to win, you can't just prove he's a cheater. You have to make hi
fire returning to her eyes.
aying on his lips. "Because this is
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