Silas Crowley
I left the restaurant knowing exactly what I'd accomplished.
Sarah Bennett had rejected my proposal. She'd told me to f**k off. She'd made it clear that she didn't want anything to do with me or my business deal.
And yet, as I walked out to my car, I was smiling.
Because her rejection wasn't defeat, it was just the opening move in a much more bigger game.
I sat in the back of my black Mercedes and pulled out my phone. My assistant had the full proposal ready—forty-seven pages of tight legal words that locked everything down. It was perfect and absolutely impossible to refuse without consequence.
And unlike most business proposals, this one had teeth, if Sarah refused it, she'd be responsible for Marcus's debt to me. Three point two million dollars. Mon
