Too Late For Regret, Mr. Morgan

nhattan skyline. From the top floor, where Francisco's office was located, the enti

once had a silly fantasy of showing up with a packed lunch, playing

Leo Miller, had her wait in the reception area. She waited for three hours. The silence w

g of the day concluded, Leo came to ge

looked up as she entered, his expression unreadable, but his eyes

and placed the envelope on the polished mahogany surface between them.

man, and his height, combined with the sheer force of his pres

ope. His eyes scanned the pages quickly, his face

p-tap-tap of his fingers on the desktop. It was a so

wasn't a question

wouldn't let him see how deeply he had wounded her. "We're not

kery. "Not compatible? Or is it that Britt is back, and you feel your

er. The accusation was so vile, so far f

ed the papers back at her. They slid across th

on on his interco

s piled high with velvet jewelry boxes, designer handbags, and cou

e wanted. He thought he could buy her silence, her compliance. In his world,

fee table in front of her, a silent, e

detached air of a king bestowing gifts upon a subject. "

on to Leo. "Mr. Morgan says there is a family dinner at t

equest and was now issuing orders, as if th

s!" The words burst out

rous glint appearing in their dept

ivorce," she said, enunciating each word. "And as fo

e would do whatever it took to eras