Page 7 of Wicked Takeover
Dante held back a grin.
Van Gogh looked bewildered and spoke to Dante. “Why’s she here?”
“She’s Frank’s kid. Owns this place and everything in it, including you and me. Right, Lauren?”
She arched one pale eyebrow.
Dante smiled at how cute she looked.
Lauren’s features softened, and her eyes sparkled.
His pulse picked up.
She nervously fingered her buttons—none was undone—and spoke to Van Gogh. “What Dante meant is I’m your boss until I get rid of this place. Which I will. As soon as I can.”
Van Gogh blinked. “You mean selling it to someone?”
“Or shutting it down and liquidating its assets.”
Van Gogh’s complexion went paler than hers.
Dante’s smile had already faded. Apparently, Lauren wasn’t as soft as he’d thought.
Big changes were coming, and they didn’t look good.
