“Sit,” Adrian said.He didn’t raise his voice. He never did. The single word simply arrived in the air between us, low and absolute. My knees nearly folded before pride caught them.“I’d rather stand.”“Then stand.” He stepped back, and the space he left felt colder for the absence of him. “But you will listen.”He crossed to the bar with unhurried steps and set down the whiskey he still hadn’t touched. Shredded scraps of the divorce papers crunched under his shoes. He didn’t look at them. In the novel, Adrian Black once had a man’s hand nailed to a boardroom table over a missing decimal point, and he’d worn the exact same expression then that he wore now—calm, remote, faintly interested.“You know who I am,” he said, back still turned.“Everyone does.”“Everyone knows what the newspapers call me.” He turned. Gray eyes found mine across the black marble, pinning me in place. “You knew something else tonight. You walked in here and signed a settlement without reading the figure. Vaness
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