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“Sign the papers, Meredith, or get out.”

Stuart’s voice didn’t even tremble. It was steady, cold, and laced with a terrifying amount of arrogance.

He was sitting in my chair—my custom leather executive chair that I had bought with my own bonus check five years ago—behind the mahogany desk that had been in my family for two generations. He looked almost comical, trying to look authoritative in a room that screamed my name, my success, and my legacy.

But there was nothing funny about the document he was shoving across the polished wood surface toward me.