Stopping at the threshold my eyes swept over the extravagance with distaste and anger toward myself for letting it happen.
In one room was a pool table, a massage chair, as well as a couch, a TV and console so he could “de-stress” by playing video games.
The cherry on top was the door to the right.
It led to a small bedroom that Vincent insisted he needed for when work kept him at the office till it was too late to return home.
Like a dummy, I believed, ignoring Clarissa's flowery perfume that clung to his sheets the few times I had gone in there.
The safe was hidden behind a portrait on the far wall, and I got in on my first try.
My hand hovered midair as I stared, dumbfounded, at the only thing sitting in the large safe—a box.
Bringing it out, I began to search through it until I found what I was looking for and then some.
A draft of a contract for a merger was what caught my attention because I had never agreed to such.
The company proposing to merge with Hart Inc. was even more distressing.
It was Monroe Industries, Stacy’s dad’s company.
Mr. Monroe was infamous for his mergers that were really just violent takeovers of smaller businesses.