Dean Whitmore aggravatedly loosened his tie, pressing a fist down upon his polished mahogany desk. “That Brooklyn! She is going to be a handful. But it’ll be worth it once I convince her I’m on her side and she can trust me.”
Dean exhaled and leaned back in his chair. The weight of his actions, impending marriage, and the contract pressed on him. Outside, city life buzzed, unaware of his inner turmoil.
It had been only an hour ago that he had to listen to the excited chatter of his fiancée, and the sharp edges of her words pierced through his heart. She spoke passionately about their wedding plans, but he could hear the painful truths buried beneath her enthusiasm. It was always about the suffering she wanted to inflict on Janiya.
“Who does she think we are, that she can play this cheap
