I turned and walked out without another word.
A Rolls-Royce was idling at the curb. I got in.
...
"Ten million a year. Year-end bonuses calculated separately. In all of Gilbert Group, you'll hold the highest authority after me."
Lisa Gilbert slid the contract across the table, her eyes bright with a smile she'd clearly been saving. "I've been waiting for this day for a very long time."
I let out a dry laugh and didn't pick up the pen. "Aren't you afraid I'm just a con artist playing tricks with incense and smoke?"
Lisa's voice was unwavering. "Beverly Delgado is blind. I'm not."
"Mr. Sullivan, you don't just have talent—you have divine favor."
"Three years on the job, and you took Delgado Group all the way to an IPO. Everyone in the Capital knows what you're capable of."
She paused. "But before anything else, you need to retrieve the half of your Sacred Oracle Cup that you left enshrined at Delgado Group."
"If you don't sever the karmic tie with the Delgado family, your fortune will keep draining. And they'll keep feeding off your energy like parasites."
A jolt ran through me. She was right.