ANTHONY'S POV
"The stats have increased. Mr. Miller has scheduled a meeting for Saturday evening at Princeton Hotel," Max said as he handed me a document.
"That's good. Prepare well for the meeting and make sure he doesn't leave without signing the agreement. He's going to be a good client," I replied, flipping through the report on our recent sales.
After my arrest went public, twenty percent of my shareholders pulled out of their contracts. It shouldn't have bothered me, but it was why they pulled out that got under my skin. My reputation had been dragged through the mud, and I hated it.
Later, some of them came crawling back, wanting to renegotiate. I didn't make it easy. Their lack of faith in me and my company was an insult, and I wasn't a man who forgave easily.
"Max
