Roman's POV.
"You’re going to look them in the eye, Sloane. You’re going to sit at that table and remind them exactly whose blood runs through the foundation of that building."
I didn't wait for her to answer. I kept my back to her as I tightened the knot of my silk tie. I looked at myself in the mirror...the sharp lines of a four-thousand-dollar suit, the cold, flat stare of a man who had spent ten years learning how to kill a company with a pen. I looked like a victor. But inside, beneath the ribs, there was a jagged, raw edge that hadn't been there forty-eight hours ago.
"Roman, I can’t go out there. Not like this," she said. Her voice was thin, vibrating with a fear she was trying to hide.
I turned around. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a cream-colored silk rob
