"Ninety million. That's it-we're done. Those designs I gave you, those best-selling pieces? I started when I was thirteen. Seven whole years in the business. Your Green family climbed to the top of the jewelry industry on the back of my work. This ninety million? It's just my share. Honestly, it's not even that much. Consider it my bonus. What's wrong? Hurts to pay up? Too bad. Deal with it."
Leslie patted the dust off herself and turned to leave.
At this point, Vivian was in so much shock she didn't even register the pain from her dislocated arm. Seeing Leslie about to walk out, she blurted, "Stop her!"
She couldn't let Leslie walk out just like that.
That thought filled every corner of her head.
Leslie shot her a glance, her eyes full of disdain. "What? Planning to keep
