Game Over, Mr. CEO

the company," Mark said later, his arm around my s

get it. This is for

, tight movement.

I couldn't sleep.

nking champagne flutes at the Jackson Hole resort. The fireplace ro

the suite I had picked out, the one wit

mach t

a call from Chloe about her "urgent need for a new company laptop," were actually legal s

ctive, a major corporation, stable and respectful. The offer letter, wit

solidified everything. My focus shifted. No more fighting for Drea