The triumphant joy she’d felt walking through the event was squashed under the departing steps of Charlie Breslin. Jupiter Automotive wanted to pull their business—the largest piece of revenue on their books—because of the takeover attempt. And Charlie had been a big enough jerk to do it in front of an entire room full of people. She gave a small wave to a passing colleague, forcing as big a grin as she could muster as she muttered through her teeth, “I don’t believe that just happened.” “Charlie’s an ass. Always has been.” “I deal with a lot of those, Nathan. It doesn’t change the fact he’s an ass who pays his bills. Big bills we send him each and every month.” “You’re better off rid of him.” An angry retort sparked to her lips—what would Nathan know of the work she’d put into the event or just how much a deal like the one they had with Jupiter helped secure additional deals—when the stricken expression she saw on his face pulled her up short.
