When the check slid across the polished desk, Claire Whitmore understood that it was not an offer.
It was a command.
Victor Langford did not even bother to look at her. He sat behind his glass desk in his private office above downtown Seattle, dressed in a charcoal suit that probably cost more than Claire’s rent for an entire year.
The check stopped in front of her.
$120,000,000.
For several seconds, Claire simply stared at it.
Victor finally spoke, his voice calm and cold.