Married to the Coldest Media King

angry red. Dylan Maxwell stood under the overhang, her fingers trembling as she smoothed the damp hem of her trench coat. The cold wasn't just i

was frizzy from the humidity, but her lips were painted a d

in a knot so tight it made her nauseous. You are a Maxwell.

, smelling of expensive coffee and floor wax. Dylan walked straight to the recepti

sliding a crisp manila envelope onto the counter. "It pertains to the

screen with bored efficiency. He looked up, his gaze dropping to her handbag. It was a Birkin, three years old, th

unsolicited legal documents

ed at his ID badge. Frank. She remembered him. Three years ago, her fat

ice. Your daughter started at NY

her, really looked at her, and the recognition

whispered. You

t concerns a competitor of Brennan Media and their attempts to leverage the morality clause against him. It will make

ne. Then, he sighed and tapped a button unde

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launch. Her ears popped as the numbers climbed-40, 50, 60. Her heart hammered

f silence that cost billions of dollars to maintain. She stepped out, expecting

rsonal attorney and the man who kne

smile not reaching his eyes.

her spine. Get ou

I can have you arrested be

e morality clause, and the information I have about your competitor's zoning commission bribes, entered into public

the hall remained shut, but a voice cut thro

he

stepped aside, gesturing

like a workspace and more like a morgue. Garland Brennan stood with his back to her, staring out the floor-to-cei

rned

dn't look at her like a woman. He looked at

ee minutes,

idn't kneel. She didn't beg. She walked to his d

hat your current single status poses a material risk to shareholder value, citing the morality clause in your grandfather's tr

out a single, pristine sheet of paper.

ather's situation. I have a dual degree in law and finance from Columbia. I know the social codes. I know how to host, how t

. His long fingers scanned the single page. He s

caped his lips. It wa

in quarters, and dropped the pieces

r falling was more violent t

looked

lan, he said, his voice

argued, stepping forw

my contact list. Marrying you wouldn't secure my voting rights. It would trigge

he said, her voice crac

He stopped inches away, his height forcing her to crane her

ed a button on his desk. Secu

face. She tasted copper in her mouth

the number of the offshore account in the Caymans they're using. And I know it's the same ba

second, just a second, the ma

appeared in the doorway. Not

pped into the room, gra

ed, struggling. W

n her, returning to the w

with a sharp jerk. She wouldn't let them carry her out like trash. She turned and

an leaned her forehead against the cool metal wall and let out a sha

ent down and picked up a single strip of paper that had fallen to the floor. It

her from the buil

not despite her being radioactive, but because of it. A desperate woman

am on her. Let her run. I want to see how

s desk and picked up

well Ponzi scheme, he said into