"Bullshit." My whole body was shaking. "Those clients were begging me to sign with them."
They'd destroyed my sacred relic. They'd seized the money meant to save my grandmother's life. And now they wanted me to pay them five million dollars?
"I want to see Beverly Delgado." I shoved Dean aside and forced my way into the CEO's office.
Beverly was sitting on the sofa, cheerfully browsing gifts for Dean.
The moment she saw me barge in, her face went cold.
"Vincent Sullivan, who gave you permission to walk in here? Do you have any sense of propriety?"
I strode over and slammed the outrageous five-million-dollar demand down on the table.
"Beverly, you'd better explain this."
I stared her down, searching for any trace of conscience left behind those eyes.
"Beverly, look me in the eye and tell me the truth."
"When your cash flow collapsed, who was it that knelt for three days and three nights before the Patron Saint to pray for your salvation?"
"Those billion-dollar contracts—who cast the sacred cups and guided you to the south side of the city to close those deals?"