walked into the glass-wa

black blazer and trousers

kly. "Mrs. Hudson, you can't g

onist a look so cold and piercing that the woman

stepped into the elevator, and

glass doors of the CEO's

massive oak desk, reviewing

urrowing in irritation.

led a thick manila envelope from her bag a

made Jac

illa demanded,

printed on the top page. Petit

ntly. The muscles in hi

Is this your little game? Playing

said, crossing her arms. "I want yo

nt. His eyes scanned the fir

. "You want half of

l assets," Cilla

yelled, slamming his hand on the desk.

'contributions' behind the scenes, Hudson Tech wouldn't have even secured its first round of funding. You'd better pr

glorified technician. You sit in a lab and type code. You th

guing. His arrogance w

ce. Or my lawyers wi

He stood up and walked around the de

nacing whisper. "If you leave me, you will hav

her chin up, staring directly int

nce in her eyes. H

her cheek. "Come on, Cilla. Stop this nonsense. Just

he slapped his hand away so har

ouch me again

twisted in

gripped them in both hands, and ripped the

n halves into th

his chest heaving. "I will drag this ou

them up. My lawyer

e door cl

holding two cups

Her eyes widened, and she bit her low

nterrupt something?"

yn, wrapping a protective arm around

perfume hit Cilla's nose, ma

two of them. They

nd walked to

elivered to your house," Cil

tanding in his office with a v