Scarlett POV
“It was almost funny, in a screwed-up way. Hirsch Group had apparently been circling our firm for a while, and nobody upstairs had bothered to loop me in. They just pointed me at the account like, Go fish. So I did. Sat through the meetings, smiled, and tried to reel the big client in. And nearly lost the whole damn thing. “
Delaney wasn’t laughing.
She sat across from me in the booth, arms folded, jaw set.
That look she got when a fat retainer was on the line, and she refused to let it walk.
“Do you know anything about this?” she asked, eyes sharp.
I shook my head. “Honestly? Not a clue.”
I meant it. Part of me wanted to help her. The rest of me knew I couldn’t.
She exhaled hard through her nose.
“God, money’s hard enough to make these days.”
“Tell me about it.”
