When the elevator reached the lower level, once the doors opened, Shayla bolted out toward the exit doors leading out of the garage. After the tense meeting, he had just now, Gary could no longer focus on work today, so he pack up his leather briefcase, and slid on his sunglasses, and left work for the day. It was one of the most exhausting meetings he's had in a while with a client. Of course, Shayla MacFarland wasn't just any client. She was his friend and employee's ex-wife.
"Women can be trouble, but in a good way. At least this one is independent and impressive. Never a bored moment."
What got to Gary? Not once did Shayla throw up in his face. You have money! You're a billionaire! You don't have to do this or you can wave this contract.
No, she insisted on trying to pay for the lo
