"When did this happen? How many shares do you have?" I couldn't help but ask him.

"Does it matter? Even one share is enough to get me into your shareholders' meeting," he said with a grin.

My eyes stung with emotions. "Zachary, what am I going to do with you?"

"What do you want to do?” He leaned in, his voice low. “Are you touched?"

Before I could answer, the elevator doors slid open, and Rachel stepped out. She caught Zachary ...