At the towering glass headquarters of Hidalgo Corporation, the atmosphere in the executive boardroom was tense. Rex sat at the head of the long table, a sharp charcoal suit hugging his frame, exuding silent authority. A senior manager was mid-presentation when Rex's phone buzzed.
He glanced at the caller ID and frowned.
"Elena," he muttered, excusing himself abruptly and walking out without a word.
In his private office, he answered the call. The moment Elena's trembling voice poured through the line, his expression darkened. She rambled about a misunderstanding at a boutique, about clothes Jenna had chosen, about a massive bill...
Rex's jaw tightened. "How much?"
"$6.8 million!" Elena wailed. "But it was Jenna's fault! She made me look like a fool!"
When she added that the clothes w
