Slowly, resentment at his rudeness built, till she was a quietly seething mass of anger. How dare he treat her as though she were unimportant? He fielded questions from her father with an ease that bordered on boredom, his manner lazy and casual.
Erin drummed her fingertips on the table, glaring daggers at Ethan, who, other than that first glance, had paid no attention to her at all. In fact, she suspected if she got up to leave right this moment, he would barely notice.
“So,” Harold leaned forward, his gaze piercing Ethan. “How much?”
“I beg your pardon?” Ethan replied, his shoulders tensing for a moment as he returned her father’s stare with one of his own.
“How much will it cost to get you to relinquish those shares you’ve acquired?”
Erin heard him exhale slowly, the atmosphere in
