Because he'd married into the Hargrove family, he had no power over Vivienne. She kept no shortage of men on the side. But reality was cruel that way when the balance of power was this lopsided. Vivienne could play around. He couldn't.
Maybe the two of them had some kind of arrangement, an unspoken agreement to look the other way. But with these videos in my hands, the equation changed entirely.
All I had to do was leak the footage. It would be a public humiliation for Vivienne, and she would have no choice but to respond.
Owen clearly understood this.
"Logan, name your terms. Anything within my power, and I'll make it right."
I glanced at my teacup. He scrambled to pour me more water.
"I've been reading a lot of those billionaire CEO novels lately. I'm no billionaire, but I figured I'd try out what it feels like to have someone kneeling at my feet."
Owen's face twisted, but he got on his knees.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
I backhanded him across the face, left then right, one after another. "Director Black, am I breaking the law by hitting you?"
Owen forced a grin. "If anyone else hit me, that'd be assault. But when you do it, Logan, it means you think I'm worth the trouble."