at the marketing firm where she worked, sta

ames that had made them fast friends on Aria's first day three ye

slept," Mia said, setting

en't,

's wr

oice. "My dad's company is about to go under. Sixty day

anished. "Aria. That's

t anchor her. "I keep running numbers in my head. Even if I gave him

estors? Doesn't

estors want growth, not rescue missions." Aria exhaled slowly. "I looked

pping her nails against her ow

ho

ernational. Apparently, they're always looking for struggling manufacturers to fold into their suppl

nt my father to lose his company to some corporate ta

en and the employees paid is better than bankruptcy

oyees who still worked the factory floor, of families who woul

al," she repeated slow

e cold, terrifyingly rich, never smiles in photographs. Rumor has it he

hough her pulse had quickened at the me

queezed her arm. "I can try to get you into that gala. It's a long shot. But if yo

ighing pride against necessity,

id. "I'll find a wa

ut to approach had been searching for he