A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 59

Fairfax’s face darkened. "And when do you plan on getting it done?"

"I… I've been busy handling the media fallout from the Brinley situation," Gabriel stammered, his voice shrinking under Fairfax's gaze, which was as dangerous as a coiled viper.

Gabriel quickly corrected himself. "The list of assets is ready. I'll have the lawyers get on it immediately." He remembered something else he needed to report, but seeing Starla there, he decided against it and hurried out of the office.

Starla struggled against Fairfax's hold. "If you don't let go, I won't be so nice."

Fairfax pulled her over to the sofa and pushed her down onto it. "You're staying here today," he repeated, his tone firm and unyielding.

Starla twisted away, shrugging off the hand he had placed on her shoulder. Seeing her flinch from his touch, Fairfax felt the ache in his bruised temple intensify.

He walked over to his desk, sat down, and lit a cigarette, taking a few agitated puffs. "The lawyers will return everything to you today. It's time for you to drop the attitude."

Her temper was giving him a headache. She used to be so docile and agreeable. He never imagined she could cause this much trouble. She had practically torn a hole in the sky.

Starla shot him an icy glare. "Throwing tantrums is a childish game. That's something only Brinley enjoys."

She, on the other hand, always played for keeps.

Starla continued, "And don't bother with returning those things. The moment someone threatens to jump off another building, everyone will just say I'm being petty and unreasonable again."

Fairfax fell silent.

"You must have spent a long time coaxing Brinley down from that rooftop last night, didn't you?" The word "coaxing" dripped with sarcasm. Fairfax's breathing grew heavy.

Starla had no more to say to him. She stood up and walked to the door, but it was locked. She jiggled the handle a few times to no avail before turning back to him. "Open it!"

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