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GRAYSON’S POV:
The conference room was all glass and steel, the kind of place that could easily fit fifty people.
But right now, even with just the four of us, it felt stuffy.
I wanted nothing more than to walk out, but this mattered, so I forced myself to sit still and not let my discomfort show on my face.
From the head of the table, I looked down at the trio of lawyers assembled. Yesterday, it had only been Margaret, calmly outlining the disaster we were facing and the strategies on the table.
Today, she arrived flanked by two associates—her reinforcements—which told me she was still hoping to change my mind.
And apparently she thought the other two associates of hers—dressed in suits a little too loose for them and eyes a little too wide—would be the way.
I thought we
