Sapphire picked up what I'd thrown down, looked at it for a moment, and burst out laughing. "All that posturing, and you pull out some worthless household registry to try and fool me? You've lost your mind!"
I looked at the household registry sitting on the table and frowned. Then it hit me—I'd told my driver to take the property deed back to the family estate before I left.
She waved her hand dismissively and called out, "Security! Drag this lunatic out of here!"
The words had barely left her mouth before two bodyguards in black suits rushed in, reaching for me.
My heart sank.
The day Morton took over the company, he'd come to me practically in tears about how dangerous it was being CEO—too many enemies, he needed personal security. I hadn't hesitated. I'd signed off on a massive budget for him without a second thought.
So these bodyguards weren't his safety net. They were Sapphire's guard dogs.
I stepped back half a pace and swept my gaze over the two men. "I'm Teresa Mason, CEO of the Mason Group. Morton Finley is nothing more than a man who married into my family. You lay a hand on me, and you'd better be ready for what comes next."