TRIXIE'S POV
"We'll reach out to their legal team tomorrow morning to schedule the settlement meeting, Miss Wells," Mr. Harrison said, closing his briefcase with a crisp snap.
I stood up, smoothing down my suit jacket. "Make it clear to them right now, Harrison. I am not accepting anything less than forty percent control of their pack businesses. Not a single cent less."
Mr. Harrison chuckled softly, adjusting his glasses. "I'll push for forty, but we have to see what they put on the table first. I'll do my absolute best."
"Do better than your best," I muttered, grabbing my leather bag off the mahogany table.
Before we could step out into the central aisle, heavy footsteps approached our side of the courtroom. I turned my head to see Liam, his Beta father, and a group of older pack me
