Jules tapped her fingers impatiently on the conference table, her eyes darting from one chatting executive to the other, but then looking away the moment they turned her way.
Her head was a mess, and this meeting wasn't helping.
George had suddenly discovered an act of fraud in Cross Tech's operations and he was fighting to cut them out of the partnership-or worse.
She had contested it. There was no solid evidence. But George had smirked and said, "Save your words for the meeting."
They'd invited Nolan, whose plan to leave the city was still in progress, just that he had a few more things to do.
How was she going to face him with all these things coming at him at once?
The doors flew open, and Nolan walked in, his suit brilliantly tailored and ironed, his face placed in a composed ma
