Alana turned and slipped her arm through Linden's.
Linden looked down at her, his gaze so tender it seemed to overflow.
He took off his coat and draped it gently over her shoulders, then whispered something soft.
Alana nodded, and together they walked side by side toward the brightly lit reception hall.
The iron gate slowly closed in front of Asher with a heavy, dull thud.
He stayed kneeling, watching Alana walk farther and farther away. She never looked back, not even once.
Footsteps came up behind him, Linden's assistant.
He carried a folder in his hands, bent down, and set it on the ground before Asher.
"Mr. Brooks, Mr. Rockefeller asked me to give this to you."
Asher looked down slowly, his movements stiff. It was an acquisition agreement.
An offer from Rockefeller G
