Chapter 15 · Grant's White Horse

"I already own your contract, Lila." Grant Whitfield didn't stand when I walked into his glass office on the 27th floor of the BGC tower. He just turned the folder around and slid it across the desk with two fingers, like he was dealing cards. "The only thing I don't own yet is your mother's clinic."

I didn't touch the folder. "You don't know anything about my mother."

"I know the clinic in Ormoc owes four hundred thousand pesos to a supplier that's owned by a company that's owned by me." He said it flat, no smile, the kind of calm that scared me more than yelling would have.

"I know your sister's Dubai contract has a clause that gets voided if her sponsor's family name shows up in a scandal. And I know you've been sleeping four hours a night carrying trays for a hotel that's about to hand you to the board like a used napkin."

My stomach dropped, but I kept my face still. Bianca had taught me that much, at least —