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I nearly stumbled with the shovel. Greyson said it so casually and without emotion. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was serious about killing me.
“I’ll toss her down for you,” Fiona grinned and stepped back from the pit.
“No! You will get me out of this pit first.”
“I don’t think so!”
“Did you forget the art of negotiation, Fiona?” Greyson asked calmly. “Your dad was right; you’ll never make it in the business world. You’ll never amount to anything.”
Oh, geez. You’re not making my job easier, Greyson.
But, amazingly, he did.
Fiona squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head.
I crept up behind her and froze when her eyes popped back open. They were glazed over as if she couldn’t see.
“I will make it,” she gritted. “I will make it!”
“Go back to your dad,” Greyson said callo
