hing group's headquarters, the con
ook by the late Silas Thorne onto the glas
ville, the budget is over by two hund
th hands on the glass. "You cannot comprom
aggressively circled the massive deficit at the bottom of the page. "I'm not compromis
spat, his face turning red. "You don't
table, turned on his heel, and
fight draining out of her. She closed her eyes, th
utive penthouse suite, the temperature in
, pushed open the double walnut doors. He wore a perfectl
wore a dark grey bespoke suit that fit his broad shoulders flawlessly. He held
forward, extending his right hand. "Welcome back to New York. It's an hon
ropped to Brent's outstretched hand. He stared at it for thr
s hand back and wiped his palm against his tro
e crossed his long legs, resting his ankle on his knee. His post
"Where are the structural assessment files?" His voice
nds. He grabbed two crystal tumblers. The ice clinked loudly against the
the table toward Aidan. "We have them ready. But
was unreadable. He picked up the tumbler but didn't bring it to his l
ion. Congratulations. I have to ask, though... why leave Paris? Why
oving. A dark, violent
His gaze cut through Brent'
dropping to a lethal whisper. "Did you think I'd forgotten what was mi
His hand trembled, and a single drop of whiskey spilled
mixing with the sudden, heavy tension that f
He looked at the floor, the ceiling, anywhere bu
down onto the table. The heavy thu
over Brent. "I'm tak
turned his back on Brent and walk
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