Ethan started sending partnership proposals to Hayes Group like a madman. He threw all sense out the window, handing over his biggest projects on a silver platter and slashing his profit margins to the bone, all for one chance to see me.
At 3:00 that afternoon, I sat at the negotiating table in a Hayes Group conference room and paged through the contract he'd sent over.
"Mr. Lowell, on this project, we want 80% of the profits," I said, without a shred of personal feeling.
Across the table, Ethan stared at the engagement ring on my finger. "Fine. Whatever you say."
I closed the folder and tossed it on the table. "Also, you'll need to fully disclose your core technology to Hayes Group."
Ethan didn't hesitate. He picked up a pen and signed. "No problem. Audrey, as long as you'll talk to
