"Miss Kaufman seems to have quite the grudge against me."
"Have we met before?"
I lifted my chin.
"No. But I don't like the look of you."
Stan let out a quiet laugh.
"Speaks her mind. I like that."
"Still, Mr. Henson and Miss Fox arranged this out of kindness. Turning them down so bluntly seems a bit... ungracious, don't you think?"
The corner of my mouth curled.
"My dignity isn't theirs to trample."
I stepped around him and walked out without looking back.
Behind me, Stan Delgado's gaze followed my every step.
Back at my apartment, I packed my bags immediately. The farther I got from Stan Delgado, the better.
The doorbell rang. Stan stood outside holding a folder of documents.
"Ms. Kaufman, I think we need to talk."
I moved to shut the door, but his hand shot out and held it open.
"About the company your father left you. Aren't you curious about its current situation?"
I stopped.
My father's company was the only thing I cared about in this world.
In my last life, after we married, Stan had taken full control of it. In the end, every last asset had been handed over to Annette Simmons as part of her dowry.
I kept my expression flat and let him inside.
Stan tossed the folder onto the coffee table.