I had no intention of running in circles with him. Standing up, I adjusted my jacket, slipped both hands into my pockets, and walked towards the window. If only he knew the thoughts running through my head—flinging him from this window from such a height would leave his brains splattered all over the walkway below.
"Let's say I invest a million dollars," I began, my voice calm and steady as I gazed out of the window. "And you create a scandal that tarnishes the image of my company. In that case, you will have to pay five hundred thousand dollars in damages."
Turning to face him again, I saw that he was visibly sweating, clearly unnerved by the scenario I had painted. "Let's be realistic, Sterling," I continued, my tone firm. "We will have to pay the press and paparazzi to clear up the me
