“Sign it.” The contract hit the table between us. I didn’t look at it. I looked at Vordon.
His jaw was tight. Calm on the outside. Calculating underneath. The board members sat around us, pretending not to enjoy this. “I don’t sign documents I didn’t approve,” I said. His eyes flickered. Not anger. Annoyance. He hates it when I resist in public. “It’s a temporary restructuring,” he replied smoothly. “You’ll still retain your position.”
Retain. Not control.
I let out a soft laugh. “So generous.”
Under the table, my fingers curled into my palm. He moved faster than I expected. The land acquisition is almost complete. If I lose signing authority now, I lose leverage.
He’s scared.
And that means I’m winning.
“Veronica,” he said quietly, leaning closer. “Don’t make this difficult.” The w
