I told them to make their offers. Highest bidder wins.
Half an hour later, I signed a share transfer agreement with the CTO.
He was talented and ambitious, but Harrison had always kept him at arm's length.
With my shares, he'd become the company's largest stakeholder.
I hoped Harrison would enjoy the wedding gift I'd prepared for him.
My phone buzzed again. The wedding planner.
The coordinator sounded irritated:
"Ms. Simmons, what exactly is going on with you two? First the wedding's canceled, then it's back on, but we already threw everything out like you asked. What am I supposed to do at this hour?"
I felt bad about the trouble, but this wasn't my fault.
I apologized to the coordinator and offered a suggestion:
"My wedding with him is definitely canceled. I won't ask for a refund on the fees. As for Harrison wanting the wedding back on, you can have him place a new order."
"He'll kill me for that!"
"He'll pay. Trust me."
Because he genuinely wanted to marry Claudia.
I hung up. It was already two in the morning.
I abandoned the idea of going home to say goodbye to my mother and took a cab to a hotel near the airport.