I looked at the so-called tax restructuring agreement in front of me. A death warrant in nicer clothes, designed to gut me completely. Then I looked at Liam's painfully hypocritical face and forced down the cold laugh and the disgust climbing up my throat.
"Liam, there's a lot of legal language in here. You know my shares affect the core of the entire family business." I put on a careful, almost obedient expression and softly closed the file. "I need a little time to go through the details. Why don't you wait for me in the study? Once I'm done, I'll bring it over and sign it. Okay?"
A flash of impatience moved through Liam's eyes, but he clearly didn't want to spook me at this point. He forced out a gentle smile and reached over to stroke my hair. "Of course, babe. Take your time. I'm no
