TITLE: THE BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS' SECRET BARGAIN

The air was cold. Up here, her desire was the only one that mattered. Thi

egance, standing at the head of the twenty-foot glass table. Her quiet was more menacing than any scre

ent that didn't require amplification. It cut across the space.

the table. With a flick, she made the intricate merger flowchart disap

ease explain how "long-term growth" is equivalent to a 15% dilution of our key as

ers, Jeremy Fowler, stumbled. "Sloane, the m

money and hoping the competition takes notice. We suggest providing the matches to Apex. Her dark hair was like a smoo

ed her throat. "Ms. Prescott, our data points to a shift toward expe

ss model that died five years ago, I requested an analysis." Her palms were flat on the cool glass as she leaned forward. There was a void of complete silence. "I didn't use timidity to start this b

"The Apex agreement has ended. Set the files on fire. By 8 a.m. tomorrow, I would like a fresh proposal

e was a chorus of subd

eyes flashed with urgency, a break in her usual composure. As the reprimanded executives gathered t

ly intended for Sloane to hear as she leaned closer.

ent," Cassi

less, sculpted alabaster mask. Deep inside, she felt

lready knew, she inquired.

her ear. Kingman, Rhett.

et respect of those who understood power, was a shrine of commerce. Rhett Kingman

ngs of Prescott. As he captivated a group of young analysts who ought to have been at their desks, his open collar, his co

about a bigger hammer." Finding the fault line that everyone else is ignoring and tapping into it is the goal. A cute, se

o see everything, and brown hair streaked with sunlight. He had a relaxed, personable confidence that contrasted sharply with Sloane's cold authority. He

assess the threat. As she walked closer, her heels clicked a purposeful rhy

ers as he turned that heartbreaking smile on her. It didn't quite reach them. "Sloane. You continue to be a vision. I was in the local area. The crown jewels were something I wante

level tone. "An idea that your venture c

kept a substantial amount of personal space. He stepped into it. He had the distinct, vehemently masculine scen

ic operations to another location. He

ining your numbers. Not the ones you display on the board. the actual ones. Wasn't that Apex dea

emor. How was he aware of that? The Apex

hing you might be running short on." The lobby and the staring staff vanished for a stunning moment. They were alone, seven years of history and a

own is heavy, Amina?" he whispered. His name was said so quietly and personally that it w

e wavered for a moment as she sharply stepped back, un

s his victim wince. He saluted the astonish

d and started to leave. He stopped at the enormous glass doors

aving behind a surpr

e stood motionless. Her flawless universe had not simply had i