DANTE

Miss Vance's chair skitters to the back as she pushes her way through. Without giving me another glance, she storms off, leaving nothing but her simmering fury behind.

She just rejected thirty million dollars.

My lips pull up in a smirk. Three years of leaving in penury and little Miss perfect still has her pride intact.

Even though I don’t move, and my face is stoic, inside, I'm ...