My hands shook. For thirty years, I built a wall of glass, and billion-dollar contracts to make sure I never had to ask anyone a question like that. I always held all the cards. I always owned the company. I always made the rules.
And now, sitting in my private study with the morning sun hitting the hardwood floor, my entire world depended on the answer of one woman.
The rest of that day passed in a blur. I sat at my glass desk in the downtown headquarters, staring at computer screens that meant nothing. My mind was completely stuck on the question I threw at Sienna. Would she stay if I lost everything? Would she stay if the empire burned to the ground and there was nothing left of the Kane name?
Marcus walked into my office three times with urgent merger papers, and three times I waved
