Marcus's POV
I sat in silence, nursing a cold cup of coffee. The doorbell rang. Peter returned moments later with Daniel Davis.
"Mr. Murphy, Ms. Shaw instructed me to deliver this card to you. It contains the money for the historic building and the fees you paid at the charity auction," Daniel said, his discomfort evident.
My heart seized, though my face remained expressionless. Was she ending everything just like that?
Daniel shifted his weight. "Ms. Shaw said to consider the previous agreement void, and wishes you a safe journey."
A safe journey? Anger boiled within me. Being discarded so easily irritated me.
Daniel glanced toward Peter, who gestured that he could leave. "Then, Mr. Murphy, I'll take my leave."
After he left, silence fell. I picked up the card. "Shaw Corp moving two hundred million dollars in one night-impressive."
Peter attempted to lighten the mood.
"Ms. Shaw really won't accept any favors from you. That's unusual."
