Millie didn’t want Alexander to think she was useless, incapable of handling problems on her own. She’d always taken pride in her independence—she certainly wasn’t the kind of woman who relied on a man for anything. She’d been self-reliant for years, and she intended to keep it that way.
“Alex said if I ever ran into trouble, I just had to ask.” Millie gave her mother a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll make back that ten million soon enough.”
-
After wrapping up her project at the Blackwood Research Institute, Danielle carved out some time to swing by Ninesky and tie up the last of her work there.
Business at Ninesky wasn’t as hectic as it had been in the past, but she still believed in finishing what she started. Her responsibilities remained, and she intended to do them well.
She had just finished organizing some data when Gian walked over.
“Millie’s paid off the ten million in damages, but Mr. Linden got subpoenaed. Looks like he’s headed for jail.”
Danielle arched an eyebrow. “A company as shameless as his deserves it. Cutting corners on materials for passenger planes? That’s asking for disaster.”
“Thank God you did your due diligence. Otherwise, we might’ve been the ones footing the bill.”
Danielle put down her folder and tidied up her things, her tone calm. “That was never going to happen. Every time we negotiated a deal, she’d swoop in and snatch it up. There was no way those liabilities were landing on us.”
Just then, Kirsten emerged from the break room, catching the tail end of their conversation.
She snorted. “Alexander’s being awfully generous. He just handed over ten million for Millie like it was pocket change?”
Danielle didn’t even blink. With a company worth over a hundred million, Alexander had tossed investments around like confetti before. What was another ten million to him?
But Gian shook his head. “She raised the money herself. Didn’t want to rely on a man—said she could handle it.”
Kirsten nearly choked on her coffee, rolling her eyes so hard it was a wonder they stayed in her head. “She sure knows how to play the damsel act, doesn’t she? Putting on that whole tough-but-fragile routine, running around pulling strings to pay it all off herself… Alexander must be beside himself with worry for her.”
Gian waved a hand, happy to go along.
Kirsten looked at Danielle. “You’re not going to bail on me, are you?”
Danielle shrugged. “You pick the place.”
-
Kirsten booked a restaurant, and Gian drove them there.
“Northridge City’s got a new spot everyone’s raving about,” Kirsten said as they pulled up. “My mom says it’s the best thing she’s eaten in ages. Let’s see if it lives up to the hype.”
They had just stepped through the restaurant doors when all three of them spotted the group at the far table—and their faces instantly darkened.
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