"You keep saying 'she,' but you won't even tell me who this miracle woman is."
"I don't need to," Mr. Carter said smugly. "Because if you had a brain, and any sense of destiny, you'd have felt something from the first day I mentioned her to you."
Richard let out a humorless laugh. "Yeah, I feel something alright. I feel regret for rushing over here like a fool. I dropped a meeting for this. A real, important meeting with a client who doesn't fake a death rattle to manipulate me."
"Well, excuse me for trying to save your miserable legacy before it's too late."
"Save it for who? For you? So you can parade some poor woman in front of me like I'm at an auction?"
"She's not poor," Mr. Carter snapped. "She's powerful. Strong. Smart. The kind of woman who doesn't take nonsense—and clearly that's what you need."
Richard's face darkened.
"You really think you know what I need?"
