"The call is yours, Ms. Sinclair." Stella Vane understood exactly what Vivian Sinclair meant, and she stepped back with a brief nod.
Vivian turned her gaze toward the older gentleman. "Then let's proceed with a million-dollar deposit, Mr. Draper."
"No problem at all. Much appreciated, Ms. Sinclair." Cornelius Draper's weathered face creased into a satisfied grin, the kind that belonged to a man who knew he was getting exactly what he wanted.
The words had barely left his mouth before the young woman at his side practically vibrated with excitement. She rose on her tiptoes and pressed a firm kiss against the old man's cheek, leaving a vivid red lip-print stamped across his skin like a seal of approval.
That single gesture broke the dam. Voices surged from every direction.
"Ms. Sinclair
