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"I'm a businessman, not a charity. If you want me to merge with you, I need more." Richard hesitated. Then, after a long pause, he exhaled. "We're willing to give you a 70% stake in our U.S. operations," he finally admitted. I smirked. "Now we're talking." Signing, Reading, & Drowning in Paperwork By the time the meeting was over, my schedule was packed with back-to-back business matters. Reading proposals. Revising contracts. Approving financial reports. My assistant, Lena, walked in with a stack of documents, placing them neatly on my desk.

he motioned to Tristan. My fingers hovered over the pen, my whole body trembling. This was my family legacy, how can I just give it away after all the efforts? I wanted to scream, to refuse, to throw it back in his face, but the thought of Tristan’s life pressed down on me like a stone. “I… I have to,” I whispered, tears blurring my vision. My hand moved mechanically, as if it wasn’t mine, and I signed the document. Tristan’s eyes never left mine, and I could see the pain in them, the way he swallowed it to protect me.

He states with a lopsided grin on his face and I wanted to smack it off him. He knows it pisses me off yet it doesn’t stop him from doing it. It was as though he was testing my limits to know when I’d explode on him or something. The fucker was a troublemaker and a fight maniac but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction he was aiming for. I scoff, leaning back into my black leather seat, my elbow winning over the arm rest, sighing. “Did you get what I asked for?” His face straightens as his demeanor shifts from a casual font to being completely solemn then he clears his throat. “Of course, everything on Morelle Reyllis.” He drops a brown folder on my desk and it slides down to my end. “

Kai’s voice came through the apartment speakers, clean and close. “Rellan sent the conditional term sheet at 10:52. I already altered two clauses. You’ll sign the version I leave on your laptop at midnight or the original exploit documentation goes to the three journalists who still answer my old drop. Say you understand.” “I understand.” “Louder.” “I understand.”

Ehan entered my cabin after few moments and forwarded the file of contract towards me as he got uttering, “Hope you are ready to sign now.” I tried to speak up otherwise, “Ehan, please stop it. We can’t do this.” Then we heard a knock on the door again and Ira entered only to get me paused..... ☘☘☘

Marx caught my eyes and snapped, “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t need your pity, Ms. Jordan.” “It’s not pity, sir,” I replied instantly, but then I felt bad about lying. I did pity him. I felt a deep sadness I couldn’t hide to know he was battling a disease he knew he couldn’t beat. “Whatever it is then, stop it,” he ordered, shutting the door firmly behind us. “Get over it, Ms. Jordon. I am. Now, what have you got for me today?” I lifted the files. “I just need your signature on these. They’re the credit agreements and some acquisition plans for the client intake by the new recruits last quarter.”

"Then, why are you doing this? Why are you trying to ruin my morning with work?" "You should know Jared won't let me go after checking yours." He lamented pathetically. Cindy's lips parted as a bewildered look appeared on her face. "Has he always been this reluctant to read?" Shock filled her face. I sighed. My expression darkened with undisguised sadness. "He wouldn't change. No matter how hard I tried." I mumbled painfully. Cindy patted my shoulder, her face expressing her understanding and sadness. "You've really suffered. You even made him the second-best student in the department."

He pushed it across the desk toward me with two fingers, then sat back, crossed his arms, and returned his gaze to the window. I looked at the book. Then at him. "Take it," he said. I stepped forward and picked it up. It was heavier than it looked, the kind of weight that came from dense paper and close historical printing rather than mere size. The cover read, when I angled it toward the lamp, "Bloodline Records of the Northern Packs: Third Compilation." "Page one hundred and forty seven," he said, still looking out at the gray sky. "You're giving me a pack record," I said.

"I want it." "But I don't want to give it to you now." Jepherson refused to withdraw his hand. Raeleigh took two steps closer to him and said, "Come down first, and we'll discuss it then." "No room for discussion. There is nothing to discuss. I begged you just now to no avail. So you begging me now won't work either," Jepherson said as he mentioned letting go of the diary. Raeleigh's face was instantly drained of color. Then, she turned to him and said to his face, "What is it that you want? Come down and we can talk. Those are all unlaminated paper. Once they're soaked through, they'll be ruined."

His words carried an encouragement and insistence, pushing me toward a decision I wasn’t ready to make. Reluctantly, I reached out and took the envelope, the paper crinkling faintly between my fingers. I stared at it for a moment before gently shaking my head. “I don’t want to see the alpha,” I said firmly, my voice steady with conviction. “I won’t waste my time on that man, not after everything.”