ah'
cab weaving through the late-evening traffic. I clutched my
, Sarah. I
name. Just
my dad twice mor
raled through every terrible possibility. Has something happened to him? The company? Was it Mom? But no. Mom had been gone for ten years. She'd left without g
to my street, m
-Class and a Land Rover defender. Sleek, bulletproof, government-grade. The kind
s, but I barely noticed. Something about the way our front door was c
lled, stepp
from the living
ed in a
and two men standing near the fireplace. One was tall, mid-fifties, commanding in a t
ader, stood partially in sh
turned to face me. His smile was practiced
Sarah," he
he threshold.
face pale. "Sarah,
I knew that name. From headlines and also
father," Dad
mach d
w Philips? The constructio
re to finally meet you. I've followed your
billionaire care about
ce said e
t," my father offered
replied, my voice sha
, Sarah. We're days from collapse. There's a lot of debt
tightene
er and I have reached a solution
o settle like dust. "W
her whispered. "Betw
stopped
ces. As he prepares for public office, he needs a woman b
dn't b
ologizing. "Sarah, if you agree... he'l
instantly. "A
reated. Andrew is disciplined. He's generous too. Comfo
d. "I want my life. I've worked too
rd. "You'd be saving ou
erything to become some trophy
," Mr. Philips cut in.
tranger,"
a response. Just sil
rd the door.
cold slapped my face, grounding me. I kept walking u
heard f
ed and
moves. He wore a slate grey suit beneath a black wool coat, perfectly tailored to his powerful frame. Broad shoulders, l
ace that rooted
for the shadow of a long-healed scar near his right brow. His hair is thick, dark brown, and carelessly tousled, looking like
iercing they seemed to strip away every layer of resistance I had. They
th a slight rasp that curled down my spine. "I figu
rt hammering.
step close
u were the person that called in the m
," he said, " So rude
to be that rich. Too intense to be that ca
ke this," he said. "But
y arms. "Ti
e said. "One that might
e that, the