Ezra must have lost his mind, Dawn thought bitterly, her glare locked on the man sitting
In front of her.
How could he say that?
That he wanted Full Control.
All because she had come to ask for help—to save her father's company, to avoid marrying Mr. Henley—and Ezra's response was this? A demand for complete control if he agreed to step in?
It was no different from losing the company entirely, she fumed inwardly, but she didn't voice it. Not yet.
Instead, she held his gaze with a blank expression, her fists clenched tightly at her sides.
His words echoed like a cold slap in her mind, "I want full control. Every decision. Every call. You don't breathe in that boardroom without my say-so. That's the price."
He had said it without flinching, leaning casually against his couch, eyes steady and cold.
Ezra's composure was maddening. Calm. Detached.
Unlike her—she was unraveling.
