"Mr. Bach, your... generosity is truly... impressive."
Caroline's voice was calm. She stood up, her long fingers lightly brushing across the takeover proposal on the table, wiping away some nonexistent dust.
Her emerald eyes swept over everyone present, including the man who called himself her father's friend, Duncan.
"I admit, the Golden Sail Commerce Association has indeed run into some trouble. The rumors circulating outside are not entirely without basis."
This unexpected show of weakness instantly changed the atmosphere in the hall.
The creditors began to stir, while a pitying smile—the kind only a victor is entitled to wear—crept onto Bach's face. He believed this proud little lioness was finally about to lower her head.
