They Forced Me To Sign Away My Shares—But I Had A …

I stood, smoothing my charcoal gray suit, the same one I’d worn to Mom’s funeral years ago.

“Wonderful,” Amanda practically purred. “Now we can all move forward.”

“Yes,” I agreed, gathering my things. “We can.”

Marcus was already reaching for the papers, probably eager to file them before I could change my mind.

“Security will escort you out. Your office continue reading …