Chapter 4

My smile caught Nicole completely off guard.

The triumphant smirk on her face froze, then cracked. Her manicured fingers dug into the edge of the leather folder, her eyes narrowing in sudden irritation.

"What are you smiling at?" Nicole snapped, her sweet facade slipping. "Do you think this is a joke, Irene?"

"Sign the papers, Irene," Grant cut in, his voice dropping into a low, menacing whisper as he shoved the pen closer to my fingers.

"Nicole isn't asking. If you don't sign over the brand rights tonight, the emergency supplier lines get pulled by midnight. You won't even have…