Dara's expression did not hide her disdain for the man standing in front of her. "I have no time for you. I'm losing the damn case, getting lip from your wife, and you want a moment of my time." Crossly, she folded her arms across her chest, creating a barrier to widen the increasingly small gap between them, knowing full well it was more necessary for her than him.
A flicker of amusement passed over the glower that he normally wore on his visage when appearing in public. "Carly gives you lip because she knows the score," he said finally. Dara blinked, utterly lost by his words. "What?" This time, a trace of a smile tugged at his lips. "Here," he said, slipping a bulky envelope into her hand before disappearing into the crowd. Curiously, she took a peek inside, careful not to show it to any onlookers. It only took a moment to realize what Michael had been hinting at. Divorce papers. Signed, sealed and delivered.
And the key to his new Penthouse.
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