CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR IN PERSPECTIVE

JADE’S POV After the last meeting, which was with some foreign investor, we headed back to the office so I could grab my things. I learned something else about him today, though: He was fluent in Italian and Russian. I was so confused the entire time he was speaking to the man who was in his late forties because what the hell were they saying? And what was I supposed to do besides sit there like a vegetable? I was so happy when we finally finished with the meeting because sitting idly for so long wasn't something I enjoyed; my hands needed to be doing something, or else I would start fiddling with them, which wasn't ideal for the situation. I didn't let him get to the car door the last time, though, because maybe all the pent-up rage would've dissipated into thin air or something else. The more I went on this tiring expedition with him, the more I discovered how out of my league he was, I mean, he was brilliant and could speak who knows how many languages, but I could only spe