"You're never around. She came specifically to take care of me. Would it kill you to show a little grace?"
"Gladys, you weren't like this before. When did you become so aggressive? So cold?"
I stared at the screen, so furious I almost laughed.
Aggressive? Cold?
When James Group's cash flow collapsed, it was my aggression that drove my team through a month of sleepless nights to secure the investment that saved his company.
When his father was critically ill, it was this cold woman who shelved a multi-billion-dollar acquisition to spend two weeks sleeping in a hospital chair by his bedside.
He used to say he admired my boldness in business. My decisiveness. My killer instinct.
Now that he had a sweet, gentle little angel by his side, suddenly I was too harsh? Too cold?
Aunt Diane Harding insisted I stay to keep her company, so it wasn't until the third day that I caught the earliest flight home.
The fingerprint lock hadn't been changed.
But my fingerprint had been deleted.
I stood at my own front door and rang the bell.
Virginia answered.
This time, she wore Leo's dress shirt. The hem barely grazed her thighs. Her hair hung wet and tousled, like she'd just stepped out of the shower.