Lindsey marched into her office unexpectedly, circling her desk. As she sat down, she caught a glimpse, out of the corner of her eye, of Kyle drawing a satisfied smile on his lips. She scowled at him.

Without averting his gaze from his prey, Kyle sat down in front of her and, with a cold but animated voice, commented, "Congratulations! I see you were able to recover your mother's company."

"Thanks!" With raised eyebrows and self-assured, she inquired, "Would you like to sell me the 45% of the shares you hold?"

"These shares are not for sale. I'm interested in doing business with this company."

"You have your advertising and fashion companies. This company means nothing to you; it's bankrupt, and I don't see the interest," she tried to persuade him.

"With my help, we can form a team, and you'll see that in no time, your company will be a major player in the market. Besides, I'll be the main buyer of raw materials."

"Mr. Pratt, I don't want to have any dealings with you, and I don't wan