Russell Harper swirled the drink in his hand, studying Sharon across the table. Her guarded expression betrayed little, but Russell prided himself on reading people. He could see the flicker of calculation in her eyes, the same fire that had once drawn him to her.
Sharon broke the silence first. "You say we could own the city, Russell, but at what cost? You and I both know you don’t make moves without expecting something in return."
Russell leaned back, his confidence radiating. "You’re right. I always expect a return on my investments. But this isn’t just about business, Sharon. It’s about power,and I know you crave it just as much as I do."
Sharon scoffed, though a faint smile tugged at her lips. "You’re as arrogant as ever."
He tilted his glass toward her in mock salute. "And you’re
