Scarlett stared at the papers and then at the card resting in front of her, taking in the full weight of what he was offering and what he was taking away.
Two years ago, Logan had not been like this at all. He had been struggling to keep his startup alive, barely managing to stay afloat in a competitive market.
She had supported him through everything, organizing his schedule, helping him prepare presentations, and believing in him when no one else did. She had even used her own savings to keep his business from collapsing.
Now none of that seemed to matter.
“Do you really think I want your money,” she asked quietly.
“Everyone wants money, especially people who have nothing,” Logan replied without hesitation.
He scoffed lightly and gestured toward the papers again.
“Just sign it,” he said.
Scarlett reached into her bag, and Logan tensed slightly as if expecting something unexpected.
But she only pulled out a simple pen.
“I do not want your money, and I do not want the car either,” she said softly.
She signed her name carefully at the bottom of the page, writing each letter with steady precision.
Scarlett Hayes Pierce.