"The Vance board of directors doesn't tolerate 'mistakes,' Maeve," Maddox growled, stepping into my space again. "If we announce a split twenty-four hours after a public declaration, my stock prices take a hit, the council looks like they've been fooled, and your precious little studio loses the security of my name. We play the part. We make the deal."
I stared at him, my mind racing. He had me cornered, and he knew it. But if I was going to play the game, I was going to write the rules.
I marched over to the heavy mahogany desk in the corner of the stage, where the golden-embossed marriage contract he had brought earlier was still resting. I snatched up a thick, red permanent marker from the supply cup, popped the cap off with my teeth, and dragged the contract toward me.
"Fine," I sai
