g. She shoved the heavy oak
phone pressed to his ear. He scowled at the int
at her, a silent comma
he door shut behind her and twiste
all and yanked the telephone
ne wen
e desk and shot to his feet. His
is wrong with y
her guest chair and sat d
the stock to tank at openin
rity radiating from his daughte
e. "Stop this nonsense right now and get do
on the edge of his desk. She flipped it open and cland cancel the merger," she said. She d
he cash flow for Vargas Holdings dries u
's lips. "So you admit you're just s
mily trust!" Keyshawn snapped,
iding three hundred and forty-two milli
ilated. The blood d
emanded, his voice droppi
-down into the mahogany desk. The bl
want ten percent of the voting sh
te laughter. "You can't even read
from her clutch. She
ice, slurring slightly, calling the Hubbard family a
the desk, his hands c
ortlessly, letting hi
d, her thumb hovering over the screen. "Sign the sh
trembling finger at her. "You ungrate
idden truth of her real bloodline throbbed like an
and slid it across the desk toward him. She pl
voice filtered through, politely requestin
ung in the air, thi
knew what Brion Hubbard would do
ed it with his teeth, and s
er, signing his name with enough f
ked the inked signature, confirmed the
datory smile t
moothed the front
ng business wit
on him and walked to
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