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Davin’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he swirled his glass of scotch, a smug smile playing on his lips. “The look on his face when he finally realized he couldn’t manipulate the board against you?” he said with a low chuckle. “Absolutely priceless.” He raised his glass in a toast. “To putting your arrogant cousin in his place—and to wrapping up the final batch of production.”
I lifted my own glass out of habit, letting the cool rim touch mine with a faint clink. I didn’t drink, though. Instead, I kept my eyes fixed on the amber liquid, watching it swirl.
Davin had insisted we go out for a drink, thinking it would help me unwind. But the truth was—I didn’t want to be here. Not with him. Not with anyone. All I really wanted was to be alone.
The email I’d received earlier had w
