No Longer Your Shadow, Mr. CEO

ccess. Sleek, modern, with panoramic views of Midtown Manhattan,

the silence stretching between them. Marcus, usually so composed, looked tr

p, the screen still glowing with the pict

is our biggest client. Not one of, the biggest. Their corporate

d. She heard the "but"

her voice dangerously soft. "You're c

hat I'm saying. I'm saying Caleb's legal team is a pack of wolves. They're the best in the business because he pays them t

to try and crush me. He threatened your firm when he spoke to me. And I've realized why he's so desperate to protect Jodie-I did

the city sprawling behind him like a conquered territory. He rubbed hi

ent for a

e her, his expression grim. "If you're going to go to war with Caleb Harr

esk and hesitated. "He'

n't c

es in the grey areas. Some say he

oo

xpensive. O

augh escaping her lips, "is t

steel in her eyes. The soft, accommodating sister he kn

esignation. "D

f recognition. "Your friend

ugh Torts," Marcus finis

"Clear my afternoon... and get me a location on Damion

is is in New York, sir. At The Concord Club. But his office says h

grabbing her coat

e. "Damion... he's not like me. He's not sentimental. He'

she said, pulling on her coa

stared out the window at the passing city, but saw nothing. In her mind, she wa

o check her appearance. Pale, but composed. She

screet, unmarked door on a quiet side street, flanked by two imposin

aid to the doorman, her voice steadier

s wrist, then nodded, holding

d murmur of powerful men. A hostess led her through a m

h the rich, sweet sme

the haze,

is hand. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored dark suit, a stark white shirt, and thin, gold-rim

e approached, and

For a split second, she saw something flicker in their depths-surprise? recognition?-

h his cigar to the chair opposite him.

straight, her hands

a low, smooth baritone that held no

to the point. "I am divorcing my h

l from his lips before he spoke. He looked her up and down, his gaze

ces are, for all intents and purposes, limitless. His appetite for retribution is legend

heavy crystal ashtray. He folded his hands

shoul

the smoky air between

, calculating stare

ady, "I'm going to give you the one thing

hat's

And I have the evide

d, the barest hint of a smile. He leaned

e every