Chapter 33 Not A Chance

• Armani walked out of Mrs. Marshall’s house, the air outside was crisp, biting at his skin, but he hardly noticed. His mind was elsewhere.
• Sliding into his car, he reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a sleek black folder. His fingers ran over the embossed logo on the cover before flipping it open. The contract.
• He exhaled, his grip tightening around the document. She had signed this. She had agreed. And now, she thought she could walk away?