[Adelaide Knowles]
We head down to one of the high-end restaurants Ozzy chose. The rest of the team order a lot of steak and drinks and caviar and truffles and beef, and I'm almost beginning to feel sorry for Christian, until I remind myself about the whole reason why I’m doing this. Dang, I must say, pissing him off feels good. Ozzy throws a glance at me when one of her colleagues orders a meal worth $5000, I reciprocate with a grin.
I know Christian pays his staff well. The short amount of time I've spent with him is all the knowledge I need to know. He believes in doing so, it secures their loyalty and commitment in getting the job done. And if there’s any good to my husband's selfishness, it's the fact that it always tends to suit the benefit of the other party, while inherently be
