room swung open. Hadley walked in, dressed in a black Tom Ford pa

dozen pairs of eyes, belonging to the most po

in his jaw. He hadn't expected her here. Her seat on the board was a courtesy, a title he'd giv

irectly across from him, and op

on. One of his VPs was at the front of the room, clicking through a PowerPoint

er voice cutting through th

tartled. All eyes

r-not a comprehensive audit, but a carefully compiled collection of local news clippings and public environmental complaints-across the polished table t

lant in Ohio. It raised the distinct possibility of future class-action lawsuits and

ers began to whisper among themselves. The t

shot her a look that promised murder,

cially shelved, pending further investigation

the hell was that?" he hissed, his voice tight with fur

she replied, her voice icy. "I'm protecting the comp

leaving him seeth

Manhattan. He hadn't originally planned to take her case, but assessing a potential high-profile conflict-or measuring the leverage of a dangerous new adversary-was an essential p

ial agreement-painstakingly tape

set it down and sighed. "This is a fortress, Mrs. Jaco

unless she could prove "long-term, continuous, and

ding from the Tribeca apartment, and then calmly placed th

ne night of indiscretion. It's not enough to break the trust. He'll paint it as

e coffee cup felt

y as long as he remains rational. If you want to win, you can't just prove he's a cheater. You have to make hi

fire returning to her eyes.

aying on his lips. "Because this is