Fifty Million Reasons To Hate Him

, Elias knocked timidly on the he

ing a thick stack

ents. His eyes were dark and deeply irritated. He

eported, keeping his voice steady. "They are sending five candidat

his attention already drif

ngle sheet of paper from his fo

s. Torres did not take your cufflinks. However... she left behind a

picked up

Chanel dresses, Cartier jewelry. Millions of

's jaw t

she would starve on the streets. Now that she had the cash, sh

t made the veins in H

he paper dow

ell her she has until tonight to clear this garbage out of

phone, dialed Iris's number, and pressed the s

rang. A

about to go to voicem

ded the quiet office. But then, the chaotic music suddenly muffled, the heavy wooden thud of a door clo

ear enough to hear over the distant, vibrating bass. She sounde

the Torres Group. Mr. Torres has requested that you return to t

a bright, c

ver the music. "I don't have time for that

g, her inner voice transmitted

at my bags, crying over my memory. I'm no

mory snapped the last threa

r chair so fast it slamme

the desk, bringing the mic

narled. His voice was lac

ne seemed to stutter. Iris clearly hadn't expec

give her a sec

rison said, his tone absolute ice, "I will have my security team p

ing the threat

a freeze on the international wire transfers of your trust fu

r money shattered her a

re! her mind sc

, vibrating hum of absolute authority, completely ignoring the frantic

e red end-call button and to

shoes, pretending he hadn't just witnessed his bi

ffs. He grabbed his suit jac

ed as he walked toward the door. "I'm going to th

he sweaty Soho club, Iris sta

handsome man tried to wrap his arm around h

er twelve-inch heels clicking

ad as she aggressively flagged down a yellow cab

ch, Harrison watched the city

e of anticipation cu

e look on her face when sh