Lahat ng Kabanata ng Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Kabanata 381 - Kabanata 390

Salome POV"We cannot do this here," I gasped, my palms flat against his chest.Jeremiah paused.His breath hit my mouth, hot and fast.His fingers stayed locked on my waist, digging through the fabric of my top.I pushed harder.My knuckles turned white against his jacket."Jeremiah, stop," I said.He took a slow step backward.His chest rose and fell beneath my hands.I looked down.The fabric of his black trousers stretched tight."I need air," I said, pulling my hands away from his skin.My own legs shook."The roof," he said, his voice deep and rough. "Let us go to the roof."I nodded once.He did not reach for my waist again.Instead, he turned and walked toward the lift.I followed two steps behind him.My shoes clicked against the hard floor of the corridor.He pressed the button for the top floor.The metal door slid open with a soft hiss.We stepped inside the small metal box.The doors closed, trapping us together.I watched the digital numbers change above the door.Twenty.

Rita POV"I think that name is absolutely perfect."Jeremiah's voice cuts through the quiet room like a physical blade.He is on his knees.The white marble floor is cold, but he does not seem to notice.He is looking up at Salome.Salome sits on the edge of the grey sofa, cradling a small, wet ball of fur against her chest."Cheese," Salome says.She smiles.The skin around Jeremiah's eyes crinkles.I grip the edge of the mahogany dining table across the room. My fingernails dig into the polished wood until the tips turn white.He never smiled like that for me.Not once in three years."He likes the name," Salome whispers.She strokes the kitten's head with one pale index finger.Jeremiah reaches out. His large hand covers her hand entirely.His knuckles are red.My breath catches in my throat.The silence in the room stretches. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.I stand up from my chair. The wooden legs scrape against the floorboards with a sharp, piercing screech.Neither of th

Salome POV"Your hair looks so soft today, Salome."Rita reached out. Her manicured fingers hovered just an inch from my shoulder.I did not flinch. I forced my lips to stretch into a wide smile."Thank you, Rita," I said. "I used a new conditioner."Across the room, the front door clicked shut."All of your belongings are in Salome’s flat, boss," Arthur said.His loud voice cut straight through the heavy air.Jeremiah did not look at Arthur. He did not look at the boxes stacked by the door. His dark eyes were locked entirely on Rita and me.Arthur stopped walking. Richard stopped right behind him. Both of them stared at us."Woah," Richard said. "This is not at all what I expected to see.""I was bracing myself for a total showdown," Arthur muttered. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Especially the next time they were in the same room."Jeremiah crossed his arms. A low chuckle escaped his throat.He leaned closer to Arthur and Richard. His voice was low, but the flat was so quiet I cou

Salome POV“Right on time,” Jeremiah said.His voice did not waver. Only the papers gave him away, the sheets crumpling slowly in his fist.Twelve board members stared at me. Twelve dark suits, and a stripe of grey morning light across the mahogany. In the far corner sat Korbin, tapping his phone against his knee. He looked at my purple cardigan and smirked, as if he had been told to expect a lamb.Rita’s smile stayed where it was. Only her nails moved, drumming once on the arm of her chair.“Ms Stanley,” said the chairwoman, an elderly woman with rimless glasses. “You are not on today’s agenda.”“She is now,” Jeremiah said. He set the papers down. “Sit, Salome.”“I would rather stand.”“Then stand.” Something flickered at the corner of his mouth and was gone. He turned to the table. “Before we review the Jefferson account, my announcement. From today, Ms Stanley leads that account. She reports to me and to nobody else.”Nobody breathed.Then Korbin’s chair scraped. “With respect, Jere

Jeremiah POV"The tarmac lights look like small ice chips from up here," I said.I did not lift my eyes from the workspace table. My index finger tapped a slow, heavy beat against the polished wood.Benedict dropped a thick leather case onto the seat next to me. The lock gave a sharp, metallic click as he flipped the brass tabs. "The Washington warehouse files just finished downloading, Alpha. The security team scrubbed the secondary servers before the local police could seal the building."I reached for the grey tablet inside the case. The screen flared to life, casting a cold blue glow across my palms. "Did you trace the bank routing codes?""Every single one," Benedict said. He sat down across the aisle, his thumb sweeping over his own handset. "The money did not stay in Washington. It moved through a shell company in Delaware, but the final destination is a private equity account held under the Richardson Group name."I scrolled down the data column. My inner wolf, Sovereign, gave