The second she walked into her bedroom, she gasped, nearly dropping the towel in her hand.
"What are you doing here, Alex?"
He stood by the window, half-shrouded in the dim light, arms crossed and eyes gleaming with menace.
"You know no one wants you to have those shares," he said, his tone as sharp as a dagger.
Jean's breath hitched. "Just because my family doesn't love me," she said slowly, her voice cracking with restrained emotion, "doesn't mean I don't have a right to the fortune. I earned those shares… more than you ever will."
Alex's jaw twitched. His smile was cruel.
"You should've kept your mouth shut," he said, stepping forward. "Should've learned your place. You think you're better than me just because you play dress-up in corporate heels?"
Jean stood her ground. "No. I think I'm better than you because I treat people like humans. Maybe if you had done the same, you wouldn't have lost that deal. Maybe if you'd treated women like women, instead of toys…"
