Chapter 14
His words were a whisper against my ear, meant only for me. Mr. Wilson, missing our exchange entirely,
wore his best executive frown.
“Don’t keep Mr. Rivera waiting he’s being kind enough to offer you a ride before the snow hits.”
Left with no choice, I slid into the backseat.
Nathan settled next to me while Mr. Wilson took shotgun.
The drive was a one–man show starring our CEO’s endless monologue, punctuated by Nathan’s occasional noncommittal sounds. I sat frozen, my thoughts spinning.
Could this moment get any worse?
Nathan must know about the poisonous lies I’d fed Matthew – that spiteful performance I’d given when revenge felt sweet and the thought of seeing either brother again seemed impossible.
Mr. Wilson turned around in his seat. “Emma, you’re awfully quiet back there – jump in!”
What the hell was I supposed to say?
After what felt like ages, I pulled together my best corporate voice: “Thank you for investing in our company, Mr. Rivera.”
“Never mind. I had my reasons.”
“Our team won’t let you
down.”
“The company isn’t what interests me.”
His blunt response made Mr. Wilson choke on air.
But before our CEO could recover, Nathan added softly, his voice intimate with shared history:
“You left me no choice, Emma. How else was I supposed to see you again? You made sure of that, didn’t
you?”
