Chapter 6 - CORNERS AND COWARDS
Vivian cornered me in the underground parking garage of the hospital that evening. She looked frantic, her designer hair windblown, her eyes wild with the realization that the trap had snapped shut on her.
"We can make a deal, Isabella," she hissed, stepping out from the shadows. "Half the company. You take the house. Marcus and I will walk away."
"You don't have half the company to give, Vivian," I said, my voice dangerously calm. "You forged a signature on a power of attorney while poisoning the man who took you in. You aren't negotiating a settlement. You're negotiating a plea deal. And I don't bargain with abusers."
