Annie paced in her small office, the papers from her lawyer spread across the desk like a battlefield. Her fingers drummed impatiently as she stared at the phone. One hand gripped a pen, the other rested on the edge of the table, knuckles white.
Eighty million. That number kept echoing in her mind.
Eighty million just because I refused to work with him? she thought. Unbelievable.
Leah, sitting nearby, frowned and chewed on her lower lip. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked cautiously. “I mean… going up against William Miller isn’t exactly a casual weekend hobby.”
Annie didn’t answer immediately. Her gaze was distant, focused on something far beyond the walls of the office. Finally, she spoke, her voice low but firm.
“Yes. I don’t care how much power he has. He cannot dictate
