n sat in his massive leather chair. He was violently spinning a Montblanc foun

Brennan Wheeler, his executive assistant, stepped

sk. "Sir, Miss Simpson just finished her inter

pen. He raised an eyebrow, fei

ejected. I... took the liberty of making a pr

slammed the heavy metal pen down onto the glas

d solely on my direct command?" Hamilton said, his voice a low, lethal whisper. "Your job

bowed his head quickly. "I apologize, sir. I assumed you wanted her

f him was relieved she had failed, but his pride

"Do not touch her applications again," Hamilton ordered sharply. "Go down to the Cartie

whiplash of his boss's logic. "Yes, sir."

the scratched desk in her dorm room. S

from Mt. Sinai. She let out a heavy sigh. She knew H

fessional knocks rapped

s tensed. She walked silently to the

wearing his tailored suit, holding a very

the door open, but only a few inches. She kept her b

corporate smile. He held the

u have had a difficult few days. He offers this as an apo

ed box. Her heart didn't flutte

ed up at Brennan's face. "Does Hamilton honestl

awkwardly suspended in the air. "Miss Si

cing through the air like a scalpel. "Return it.

l Hamilton that his money is filthy. I am not some item he can purchas

of air. He was stunned that the usually qui

hock, Aimee slammed the

dust down onto Brennan's expensive suit. He stared at the chipped

inst the door. Her chest was heaving. A fi

und to go back

child shattered the quiet afternoon. It ca

errode everything else. She sprinted to the window and sh

little boy was kneeling on the pavemen