The Final Terms

Chapter 41 – Andrea

FORTY-ONE

ANDREA

Dave

Mr. Cross told me to take him to The Grand Alaskan this morning. FYI.

Was he mad I wasn’t there?

He’s fucking livid.

Good.

Iflipped through my CFO contract for the umpteenth time, searching for any loophole that would let him withhold what I was owed.

I couldn’t find anything, but I refused to leave it to chance.

With a heart that was still beating in pieces, I ventured to New Jersey to speak to a lawyer.

For the first time since Harrison took over the company, I didn’t use a personal town car.

I walked to the subway station and savored every mile of the trip without his influence on my life.