But he didn’t even look up from his documents. “Alannah,” he said coldly, “all company funds are managed by Pearl now. If you need money, you’ll need her approval.”
Her chest tightened. Her voice shook. “Quincy… my mom… She’s in the ICU. She needs this surgery immediately. Every minute we delay could cost her life…”
He finally looked up. The light behind his gold-rimmed glasses was dark and sharp. “I told you. Everything goes through Pearl.”
“Your mother’s life is in your hands,” he added harshly. “If something happens to her, you’ll only have yourself to blame for wasting time.”
Alannah staggered back a few steps, her face pale.
He adjusted his glasses, his tone colder than ice. “Don’t look at me like that, Alannah. You know I hate liars most of all. Everything that’s happened? You brought it on yourself.”
Her ears buzzed violently. Her mother’s life depended on a million, and Alannah had no choice. In the end, she went to beg Pearl.
Pearl was in the middle of a meeting when Alannah arrived, disheveled and desperate.
Pearl smirked, clicking across the room in her heels. “Well, well. The great wife of the CEO can’t even afford a million?”