POV : Maxwell
I sat frozen in the chair, watching the velvet curtains swing shut behind Fiona.
In my shadow. Her words echoed in my head, cold and sharp as glass. She meant every single syllable. The sweet, desperate girl who used to wait up for me in New York was entirely gone.
The German delegates quickly packed up their briefcases, muttering awkwardly to each other as they hurried out of the private room. They didn't want any part of this personal drama.
That left only two people in the room. Me, and Julian Mercer.
Julian stood up slowly, smoothing the front of his expensive suit. He looked down at me with absolute disgust.
"You are a very sad and foolish man, Mr. Jordan," Julian said smoothly. "You think two million dollars can buy her back? Fiona doesn't care about your mo
