KIERAN’S POV
I felt a pulse of irritation in my temple. We were talking about a dead woman’s houseplant while a ten-figure merger hung in the balance.
I walked to the chair Silas had pointed out, sitting there like a decorative statue while they spoke.
The table was set with bone china and silver that looked older than the city itself. Silas sat at the head, with Sienna to his right, the seat of honor I should have been occupying.
Me, the man who runs Wolfe International, being told I had less sense than a girl I picked from the street. A girl I had given the privilege to live in luxury.
It was insulting. If I didn't need his signature to secure the Wolfe legacy, I would have walked out right then and left him to rot in this tomb of a conservatory.
I looked down and realized I w
